The beautiful is never plentiful.

Every man is a channel through which heaven floweth.

I cannot marry the facts of William Shakespeare to his verse: Other men had led lives in some sort of keeping with their thought, but this man is in wide contrast.

The riddle of the age has for each a private solution.

For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?

The man, who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight, has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world.

There is a remedy for every wrong and a satisfaction for every soul.