The spirit of the world, the great calm presence of the creator, comes not forth to the sorceries of opium or of wine.

The angels are so enamored of the language that is spoken in heaven that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether their be any who understand it or not.

By going one step further back in thought, discordant opinions are reconciled by being seen to be two extremes of one principle, and we can never go so far back as to preclude a still higher vision.

Those who live to the future must always appear selfish to those who live to the present.

Little minds have little worries, big minds have no time for worries.

Guard your own spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds.

Cities give us collision. 'Tis said, London and New York take the nonsense out of a man.