The more one knows, the more one comprehends, the more one realizes that everything turns in a circle.

Thou must (in commanding and winning, or serving and losing, suffering or triumphing) be either anvil or hammer.

To know of someone here and there whom we accord with, who is living on with us, even in silence - - this makes our earthly ball a peopled garden.

Certain defects are necessary for the existence of individuality.

The works of Lavoisier and his associates operated upon many of us at that time like the Sun's rising after a night of moonshine: but Chemistry is now betrothed to the Mathematics, and is in consequence grown somewhat shy of her former admirers.

A purpose you impart is no longer your own.

What sort of God would it be, who only pushed from without.