Is it possible, after all, that spite of bricks and shaven faces, this world we live in is brimmed with wonders, and I and all mankind, beneath our garbs of common-placeness, conceal enigmas that the stars themselves, and perhaps the highest seraphim can not resolve?

The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper.

He knows himself, and all that's in him, who knows adversity.

But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.

There is nothing so slipperily alluring as sadness; we become sad in the first place by having nothing stirring to do; we continue in it, because we have found a snug sofa at last.

The great God absolute! The centre and circumference of all democracy! His omnipresence, our divine equality!

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.