Who never walks save where he sees men's tracks makes no discoveries.

I look into your great brown eyes, where love and loyal homage shine, and wonder where the difference lies between your soul and mine!.

The cry of the soul is for freedom. It longs for liberty, from the date of its first conscious moments.

A mind grows by what it feeds on.

Preceptive wisdom that has not been vivified by life has in itself no affinity for life.

There is really nothing left to a genuine idle man, who possesses any considerable degree of vital power, but sin.

Ah! soul of mine! Ah! soul of mine! Thy sluggish senses are but bars That stand between thee and the stars, And shut thee from the world divine.