We may climb into the thin and cold realm of pure geometry and lifeless science, or sink into that of sensation. Between these extremes is the equator of life, of thought, or spirit, or poetry,--a narrow belt.

We lie in the lap of immense intelligence.

Greek architecture is the flowering of geometry.

Works of the intellect are great only by comparison with each other.

The university must be retrospective. The gale that gives direction to the vanes on all its towers blows out of antiquity.

All the great speakers were bad speakers at first.

In Haydn's oratorios, the notes present to the imagination not only motions, as, of the snake, the stag, and the elephant, but colors also; as the green grass.