The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

Religion, you know, enters very deep; in reality it is the deepest impression I have in speaking to people, that they are or that they are not of my religion.

Life death all does end and each day dies with sleep.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small Durance deal with that steep or deep.

The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise.

Beauty is a relation, and the apprehension of it a comparison.