How we hate this solemn Ego that accompanies the learned, like a double, wherever he goes.

A moment is a concentrated eternity.

The passive master lent his hand, To the vast Soul which o'er him planned.

A healthy soul stands united with the Just and the True, as the magnet arranges itself with the pole, so that he stands to all beholders like a transparent object betwixt them and the sun, and whoso journeys towards the sun, journeys towards that person. He is thus the medium of the highest influence to all who are not on the same level.

Language is a city, to the building of which every human being brought a stone; yet he is no more to be credited with the grand result than the acaleph which adds a cell to the coral reef which is the basis of the continent.

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

There is really no insurmountable barrier save your own inherent weakness of purpose.