The good writer seems to be writing about himself, but has his eye always on that thread of the Universe which runs through himself and all things.

We have more than we use.

Therefore is nature ever the ally of Religion: lends her all her pomp and riches to the religious sentiment.

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?

Every wall is a door.

The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.