When it is dark enough, men see the stars.

The colleges, while they provide us with libraries, furnish no professors of books; and I think no chair is so much needed.

Men of extraordinary success, in their honest moments, have always sung, "Not unto us, not unto us." According to the faith of their times, they have built altars to Fortune, or to Destiny, or to St. Julian. Their success lay in their parallelism to the course of thought, which found in them an unobstructed channel; and the wonders of which they were the visible conductors seemed to their eye their deed.

The most dangerous thing is illusion.

For every grain of wit there is a grain of folly.

The soul lets no man go without some visitations and holy-days of a diviner presence.

I appeal now to the convictions of the communicants, and ask such persons whether they have not been occasionally conscious of a painful confusion of thought between the worship due to God and the commemoration due to Christ.