Truth is in things, and not in words.
Truth is ever incoherent, and when the big hearts strike together, the concussion is a little stunning.
True Work is the necessity of poor humanity’s earthly condition. The dignity is in leisure. Besides, 99 hundredths of all the work done in the world is either foolish and unnecessary, or harmful and wicked.
Toil is man’s allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that’s more than either, the grief and sin of idleness.
To think’s audacity. God only has that right and privilege. Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.
To the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.
To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be who have tried it.
To be hated cordially, is only a left-handed compliment.
To be called one thing, is oftentimes to be another.
Thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous.
Thou wine art the friend of the friendless, though a foe to all.
Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.
