Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls.

The material of thought re-acts upon the thought itself.

All God's angels come to us disguised.

There is surely room for yet another schoolmaster when a score of seers advertise themselves in Boston newspapers.

This imputation of inconsistency is one to which every sound politician and every honest thinker must sooner or later subject himself. The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed. She is said to lie at the bottom of a well, for the very reason, perhaps, that whoever looks down in search of her sees his own image at the bottom, and is persuaded not only that he has seen the goddess, but that she is far better looking than he had imagined.