The miller believes that all the wheat grows so that his mill keeps running.
Nothing is worse than active ignorance.
There is but one poetry,--true poetry.
Superstition is part of the poetry of life.
Faith is a homely, private capital; as there are public savings-banks and poor funds, out of which in times of want we can relieve the necessities of individuals, so here the faithful take their coin in peace.
Many hammer all over the wall and believe that with each blow they hit the nail on the head.