I should consider it a greater success to interest one wise and earnest soul, than a million unwise and frivolous.

The pleasure we feel in music springs from the obedience which is in it.

With all your science can you tell me how it is, and when it is, that light comes into the soul?

It is always singular, but encouraging, to meet with common sense in very old books, as the Heetopades of Veeshnoo Sarma; a playful wisdom which has eyes behind as well as before, and oversees itself. It asserts their health and independence of the experience of later times. This pledge of sanity cannot be spared in a book, that it sometimes pleasantly reflect upon itself.

It is not all books that are as dull as their readers.

Christianity only hopes. It has hung its harp on the willows, and cannot sing a song in a strange land. It has dreamed a sad dream, and does not yet welcome the morning with joy. The mother tells her falsehoods to her child, but, thank heaven, the child does not grow up in its parent's shadow. Our mother's faith has not grown with her experience. Her experience has been too much for her. The lesson of life was too hard for her to learn.

There have been some nations who could do nothing but construct tombs, and these are the only traces which they have left. They are the heathen.