The intellect,-that is miraculous! Who has it, has the talisman: his skin and bones, though they were of the color of night, are transparent, and the everlasting stars shine through, with attractive beams.

Eyes...They speak all languages.

Our books approach very slowly the things we most wish to know.

My joy in friends, those sacred people, is my consolation.

Knowledge, Virtue, Power are the victories of man over his necessities, his march to the dominion of the world.

Do not speak of God much. After a very little conversation on the highest nature, thought deserts us and we run into formalism.

Teach that God is, not was; that He speaketh, not spake.