All persons are puzzles until at last we find in some word or act the key to the man, to the woman; straightway all their past words and actions lie in light before us

A man is known by the books he reads, by the company he keeps, by the praise he gives, by his dress, by his tastes, by his distastes, by the stories he tells, by his gait, by the notion of his eye . . .

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

A man is known by the books he reads.

The world is full of judgment-days, and into every assembly that a man enters, in every action he attempts, he is gauged and stamped.

A man is a method, a progressive arrangement, a selecting principle, gathering his like unto him wherever he goes. What you are comes to you.