Fate, then, is a name for facts not yet passed under the fire of thought; for causes which are unpenetrated.

Remarkable trait in the American Character is the union, not very infrequent, of Yankee cleverness with spiritualism.

The history of reform is always identical; it is the comparison of the idea with the fact. Our modes of living are not agreeable to our imagination. We suspect they are unworthy. We arraign our daily employments.

The simplicity of the universe is very different from the simplicity of a machine. The simplicity of nature is not that which may be easily read but is inexhaustible. The last analysis can no wise be made.

For flowers that bloom about our feet; For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet; For song of bird, and hum of bee; For all things fair we hear or see, Father in heaven, we thank Thee!

We fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature.

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