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

Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.

Great truths are portions of the soul of man; Great souls are portions of eternity.

A stray hair, by its continued irritation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow.

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.

The wisest man could ask no more of fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the many, honored by the few; Nothing to court in Church, or World, or State, But inwardly in secret to be great.

I who still pray at morning and at eve Thrice in my life perhaps have truly prayed, Thrice stirred below conscious self Have felt that perfect disenthrallment which is God.