Great men exist that there might be greater men.

The true doctrine of omnipresence is, that God reappears with all his parts in every moss and cobweb.

The ornaments of our homes are the friends that visit it

The world - this shadow of the soul, or other me - lies wide around. Its attractions are the keys which unlock my thoughts and make me acquainted with myself. I run eagerly into this resounding tumult... So much only of life as I know by experience... The true scholar grudges every opportunity of action past by, as a loss of power.

It does not to dwell on dreams and forget to live, but it is equally foolish to ignore the past – never forget.

In our large cities, the population is godless, materialized,--no bond, no fellow-feeling, no enthusiasm. These are not men, but hungers, thirsts, fevers, and appetites walking. How is it people manage to live on,--so aimless as they are? After their peppercorn aims are gained, it seems as if the lime in their bones alone held them together, and not any worthy purpose.

Life is too short to waste.