All Vigor Is Contagious.

Cause And Effect, Means And Ends, Seed And Fruit Cannot Be Severed; For The Effect Already Blooms In The Cause, The End Preexists In The Means, The Fruit In The Seed

I Am Always Insincere, As Always Knowing There Are Other Moods.

A Man Must Thank His Defects, And Stand In Some Terror Of His Talents.

Where Dwells The Religion? Tell Me First Where Dwells Electricity, Or Motion, Or Thought Or Gesture. They Do Not Dwell Or Stay Atall. Electricity Cannot Be Made Fast, Mortared Up And Ended, Like London Monument, Or The Tower, So That You Shall Know Where To Find It, And Keep It Fixed, As The English Do With Their Things, Forevermore; It Is Passing, Glancing, Gesticular; It Is A Traveller, A Newness, A Surprise, A Secret Which Perplexes Them, And Puts Them Out.

Meek Young Men Grow Up In Colleges And Believe It Is Their Duty To Accept The Views Which Books Have Given, And Grow Up Slaves.