God evidently does not intend us all to be rich, or powerful or great, but He does intend us all to be friends.

The scholar is that man who must take up into himself all the ability of the time, all the contributions of the past, all the hopes of the future. He must be an university of knowledges.

The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.

Poetry must be as new as foam and as old as the rock.

He is a dull observer whose experience has not taught him the reality and force of magic, as well as of chemistry.

It seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on your memory alone, scarcely even in acts of pure memory, but to bring the past for judgment into the thousand-eyed present, and live ever in a new day.

Grow angry slowly - there's plenty of time.