We know who is benevolent, by quite other means than the amount of subscriptions to soup-societies. It is only low merits that canbe enumerated.

The greatest meliorator of the world is selfish, huckstering Trade.

The universe is the externisation of the soul. Wherever the life is, that bursts into appearance around it. Our science is sensual, and therefore superficial. The earth, and the heavenly bodies, physics, and chemistry, we sensually treat, as if they were self-existent; but these are the retinue of that Being we have.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.

There can never be deep peace between two spirits, never mutual respect, until, in their dialogue, each stands for the whole world.

And in cases where profound conviction has been wrought, the eloquent man is he who is no beautiful speaker, but who is inwardly drunk with a certain belief. It agitates and tears him, and perhaps almost bereaves him of the power of articulation.

Let him go where he will, he can only find so much beauty or worth as he carries.