Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.
All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.
Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
The value of a thought cannot be told.
It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.
Naught but God Can satisfy the soul.