Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.

It has been jestingly said that the works of John Paul Richter are almost unintelligible to any but the Germans, and even to some of them. A worthy German, just before Richter's death, edited a complete edition of his works, in which one particular passage fairly puzzled him. Determined to have it explained at the source, he went to John Paul himself. The author's reply was very characteristic: "My good friend, when I wrote that passage, God and I knew what it meant; it is possible that God knows it still; but as for me, I have totally forgotten."

God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.

Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.

In science the new is an advance; but in morals, as contradicting our inner ideals and historic idols, it is ever a retrogression.

The look of a king is itself a deed.