The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.

We discover a new world every time we see the earth again after it has been covered for a season with snow.

It is a great pleasure to escape sometimes from the restless class of Reformers. What if these grievances exist? So do you and I.

Men are in the main alike, but they were made several in order that they might be various. If a low use is to be served, one man will do nearly quite as well as another; if a high one, individual excellence is to be regarded.

You cannot perceive beauty but with a serene mind.

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