A solitude is the audience-chamber of God.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art; I warmed… (read more)
The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
Many laws as certainly make bad men, as bad men make many laws.
Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.
My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.