I once heard a preacher who sorely tempted me to go to church no more.
There is a property in the horizon which no man has, but he whose eyes can integrate all the parts,--that is, the poet.
Men achieve a certain greatness unawares when working to another aim.
Each philosopher, each bard, each actor has only done for me, as by a delegate, what one day I can do for myself.
Though I am weak, yet God, when prayed, Cannot withhold his conquering aid.
It is the fine souls who serve us, and not what is called fine society. Fine society is only a self-protection against the vulgarities of the street and the tavern.