We see God face to face every hour, and know the savor of Nature.

A certain awkwardness marks the use of borrowed thoughts; but as soon as we have learned what to do with them, they become our own.

Whence, then, this worship of the past? The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul.

Art and power will go on as they have done,--will make day out of night, time out of space, and space out of time.

If you meet a sectary, or a hostile partisan, never recognize the dividing lines; but meet on what common ground remains,--if onlythat the sun shines, and the rain rains for both; the area will widen very fast, and ere you know it the boundary mountains, on which the eye had fastened, have melted into air.

Manners require time, and nothing is more vulgar than haste.

Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.