Any supreme insight is a metaphor.

The old echoes are long in dying.

Every thought was once a poem.

The man who lives by himself and for himself is likely to be corrupted by the company he keeps.

Faith is the very heroism and enterprise of intellect. Faith is not a passivity, but a faculty. Faith is power, the material of effect. Faith is a kind of winged intellect. The great work men of history have been men who believed like giants.

Faith is mind at its best, its bravest, and its fiercest. Faith is thought become poetry, and absorbing into itself the soul's great, passions. Faith is intellect carried up to its transfigurement.

Faith is among men what gravity is among planets and suns.