Repentance clothes in grass and flowers the grave in which the past is laid.

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

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

Man is a substance clad in shadows.

Commerce has made all winds her mistress.

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

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.