We live in succession, in division, in parts and particles. Meantime, within man, is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal One.

People that seem so glorious are all show; underneath they are like everyone else.

Shall we then judge a country by the majority, or by the minority? By the minority, surely.

With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy. Round it all the muses sing.

Thought is the seed of action; but action is as much its second form as thought is its first.

A mob is a society obodies, voluntarily bereaving themselves oreason, and traversing its work. The mob is man, voluntarily descending to the nature othe beast. Its fit hour oactivity is night; its actions are insane, like its whole constitution.

The quality of the imagination is to flow and not to freeze.