Knowledge, or more expressively truth,--for knowledge is truth received into our intelligence,--truth is an ideal whole.

Enthusiasm is grave, inward, self-controlled; mere excitement, outward, fantastic, hysterical, and passing in a moment from tears to laughter.

Speech is as a pump, by which we raise and pour out the water from the great lake of Thought,--whither it flows back again.

Toil, feel, think, hope; you will be sure to dream enough before you die, without arranging for it.

Every fancy that we would substitute for a reality is, if we saw aright, and saw the whole, not only false, but every way less beautiful and excellent than that which we sacrifice to it.

Language. By this we build pyramids, fight battles, ordain and administer laws, shape and teach religion, and knit man to man, cultivate each other, and ourselves.

Superstition moulds nature into an arbitrary semblance of the supernatural, and then bows down to the work of its own hands.