One Can Stand Anything Except A Succession

Whoso Shrinks From Ideas Ends By Having Nothing But Sensations.

Let Everyone Sweep In Front Of His Own Door, And The Whole World Will Be Clean.

The Moment One Definitely Commits Oneself, Then Providence Moves, Too. All Sorts Of Things Occur To Help One That Would Never Have Otherwise Occurred...unforeseen Incidents And Meetings And Material Assistance, Which No Man Could Have Dreamed Would Have Come His Way.

To Every One [nature] Appears In A Form Of His Own. She Hides Herself In A Thousand Names And Terms, And Is Always The Same.

The Style Of An Author Is A Faithful Copy Of His Mind.