The wise man always throws himself on the side of his assailants. It is more his interest than it is theirs to find his weak point.

If the tongue had not been framed for articulation, man would still be a beast in the forest.

But wise men pierce this rotten diction and fasten words again to visible things; so that picturesque language is at once a commanding certificate that he who employs it, is a man in alliance with truth and God.

The whole value of the dime is in knowing what to do with it.

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.

I would put myself in the attitude to look in the eye an abstract truth, and I cannot. I blench and withdraw on this side and on that. I seem to know what he meant who said, No man can see God face to face and live.

Genius, even, as it is the greatest good, is he greatest harm.