Divine persons are character born, or, to borrow a phrase from Napoleon, they are victory organized.

The miracles of genius always rest on profound convictions which refuse to be analyzed.

In old persons, when thus fully expressed, we often observe a fair, plump, perennial waxen complexion, which indicates that all the ferment of earlier days has subsided into serenity of thought and behavior.

The dearest events are summer-rain.

In talking with scholars, I observe that they lost on ruder companions those years of boyhood which alone could give imaginative literature a religious and infinite quality in their esteem.

Being perfectly well-dressed gives a feeling of tranquillity that religion is powerless to bestow.

The reliance on authority measures the decline of religion, the withdrawal of the soul.