We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.

The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

Speech may be barren; but it is ridiculous to suppose that silence is always brooding on a nestful of eggs.

It is impossible, to me at least, to be poetical in cold weather.

As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.

We must not inquire too curiously into motives. they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.

Children demand that their heroes should be fleckless, and easily believe them so .