The Breath becomes a stone; the stone, a plant; the plant, an animal; the animal, a man; the man, a spirit; and the spirit, a god.

The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it.

Hope is the best part of our riches. What sufficeth it that we have the wealth of the Indies in our pockets, if we have not the hope of heaven in our souls?

Books are embalmed minds.

Tis but a short journey across the isthmus of Now.

He half retrieves a defeat who yields to it gracefully.

The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.