The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.

The relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure, that it is profane to seek to interpose helps.

A sleeping child gives me the impression of a traveler in a very far country.

Conversation is our account of ourselves...Conversation is the vent of character as well as thoughts...It is the laboratory of the student.

To aim to convert a man by miracles is a profanation of the soul.

No man ever came to an experience which was satiating, but his good is tidings of a better. Onward and onward!

Foolish consistencies are the hobgoblins of small minds!