Truth is poetry; it is the grandest poetry.

The golden age is not in the past, but in the future; not in the origin of human experience, but in its consummate flower; not opening in Eden, but out from Gethsemane.

Pure felicity is reserved for the heavenly life; it grows not in an earthly soil.

No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.

Goodness consists not in the outward things we do, but in the inward thing we are.

Into what boundless life, does education admit us. Every truth gained through it expands a moment of time into illimitable being--positively enlarges our existence, and endows us with qualities which time cannot weaken or destroy.

We may learn by practice such things upon earth as shall be of use to us in heaven. Piety, unostentatious piety, is never out of place.