If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.

There is a power in love to divine another's destiny better than that other can, and by heroic encouragements, hold him to his task. What has friendship so signal as its sublime attraction to whatever virtue is in us?

The genius of life is friendly to the noble, and, in the dark, brings them friends from far.

Every man's nature is a sufficient advertisement to him of the character of his fellows.

A true man belongs to no other time or place, but is the center of things.

The crime which bankrupts men and nations is that of turning aside from one's main purpose to serve a job here and there.

Look out into the July night, and see the broad belt of silver flame which flashes up the half of heaven, fresh and delicate as the bonfires of the meadow-flies. Yet the powers of numbers cannot compute its enormous age,—lasting as space and time,—embosomed in time and space.