The growth of the intellect is spontaneous in every expansion. The mind that grows could not predict the times, the means, the mode of that spontaneity. God enters by a private door into every individual.

The solitary knows the essence of the thought, the scholar in society only its fair face.

To aim to convert a man by miracles is a profanation of the soul.

When the Master of the universe has points to carry in his government he impresses his will in the structure of minds.

People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

The only reward of virtue is virtue.

New York is a sucked orange. All conversation is at an end, when we have discharged ourselves of a dozen personalities, domestic or imported, which make up our American existence.