So says the most ancient book of the Earth; thus it is written on its leaves of marble, lime, sand, slate, and clay: ... that our Earth has fashioned itself, from its chaos of substances and powers, through the animating warmth of the creative spirit, to a peculiar and original whole, by a series of preparatory revolutions, till at last the crown of its creation, the exquisite and tender creature man, was enabled to appear.

The roots of the deepest love die in the heart, if not tenderly cherished.

Without inspiration the best powers of the mind remain dormant. There is a fuel in us which needs to be ignited with sparks.

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

To think what is true, to sense what is beautiful and to want what is good, hereby the spirit finds purpose of a life in reason.

We live in a world we ourselves create.

Each nationality contains its centre of happiness within itself, as a bullet the centre of gravity.