When we attempt to define and describe God, both language and thought desert us, and we are as helpless as fools and savages.

Let us stun and astonish the intruding rabble of men and books and institutions by a simple declaration of the divine fact. Bid the invaders take the shoes from off their feet, for God is here within.

Discontent is want of self-reliance; it is infirmity of will.

As we refine, our checks become finer. If we rise to spiritual culture, the antagonism takes a spiritual form.

Every man believes that he has greater possibilities.

If I quake, what matters it what I quake at? Our proper vice takes form in one or another shape, according to the sex, age, or temperament of the person, and, if we are capable of fear, will readily find terrors.

Let us not be too much acquainted. I would have a man enter his house through a hall filled with heroic and sacred sculptures, that he might not want the hint of tranquillity and self-poise.