There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.

The highest exercise of imagination is not to devise what has no existence, but rather to perceive what really exists, though unseen by the outward eye-not creation, but insight.