Self reliance, the height and perfection of man, is reliance on God.

Of immortality, the soul, when well employed, is incurious. It is so well, that it is sure that it will be well. It asks no questions of the Supreme Power.

Only by obedience to his genius; only by the freest activity in the way constitutional to him, does an angel seem to arise beforea man, and lead him by the hand out of all the wards of the prison.

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

The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

I like people who like Plato.

What would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well a half an hour?