We aim above the mark to hit the mark.

Let the man stand on his feet. Let religion cease to be occasional; and the pulses of thought that go to the borders of the universe, let them proceed from the bosom of the Household.

The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable demand of harmony in man.

I may say it of our preposterous use of books,--He knew not what to do, and so he read.

Overhead the sanctities of the stars shine forever-more... pouring satire on the pompous business of the day which they close, and making the generations of men show slight and evanescent.

In good company, the individuals merge their egotism into a social soul exactly co-extensive with the several consciousnesses there present.

Fear is cruel and mean.