When we have broken our god of tradition, and ceased from our god of rhetoric, then may God fire the heart with His presence.

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.

The antidote to this abuse of formal Government, is, the influence of private character, the growth of the Individual.

The State is a poor, good beast who means the best: it means friendly.

Beauty is the pilot of the young soul.

Universities are of course hostile to geniuses, which, seeing and using ways of their own, discredit the routine: as churches and monasteries persecute youthful saints.

There is always room for a person of force and they make room for many.