Men have a singular desire to be good without being good for anything, because, perchance, they think vaguely that so it will be good for them in the end.

Philosophy, having crept clinging to the rocks so far, puts out its feelers many ways in vain.

There is only one path to Heaven. On Earth, we call it Love.

Not till we are completely lost, or turned round, do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of Nature.

Woe be to the generation that lets any higher faculty in its midst go unemployed.

It is comparatively a faint and reflected beauty that is admired, not an essential and intrinsic one. It is because the old are weak, feel their mortality, and think that they have measured the strength of man. They will not boast; they will be frank and humble. Well, let them have the few poor comforts they can keep. Humility is still a very human virtue. They look back on life, and so see not into the future. The prospect of the young is forward and unbounded, mingling the future with the present.

Economy is a subject which admits of being treated with levity, but it cannot so be disposed of.