We have heard much about the poetry of mathematics, but very little of it has as yet been sung. The ancients had a juster notion of their poetic value than we. The most distinct and beautiful statements of any truth must take at last the mathematical form. We might so simplify the rules of moral philosophy, as well as of arithmetic, that one formula would express them both.

The outward is only the outside of that which is within. Men are not concealed under habits, but are revealed by them; they are their true clothes.

I believe that it is in my power to elevate myself this very hour above the common level of my life.

Only that day dawns to which we are awake.

The intellect of most men is barren. They neither fertilize or are fertilized. It is the marriage of the soul with nature that makes the intellect fruitful, that gives birth to imagination...without nature-awakened imagination most persons do not really live in the world, they merely pass through it as they live dull lives of quiet desperation.

I have myself to respect, but to myself I am not amiable; but my friend is my amiableness personified.

I was born upon thy bank, river, My blood flows in thy stream, And thou meanderest forever, At the bottom of my dream.