Look at nature with science as a lens. The rock swarms, the clod dances; the mineral is but the vegetable stepping down, and the animal an ascending plant; the man, a beast extended; and the angel, a developed human soul.

Beauty is no local deity, like the Greek and Roman gods, but omnipresent.

Temperance to be a virtue must be free, and not forced.

True men and women are all physicians to make us well.

Paradoxical as it may seem, God means not only to make us good, but to make us also happy, by sickness, disaster and disappointment.

Fine manners are like personal beauty,--a letter of credit everywhere.

Hope is the parent of Faith.