In the earliest ages science was poetry, as in the later poetry has become science.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

Be He nowhere else, God is in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens, and consoles.

Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.

A wise skepticism is the first attribute of a good critic.

Light is the symbol of truth.

Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction.