What is there of the divine in a load of brick? What ... in a barber shop? ... Much. All.

We must set up a strong present tense against all rumors of wrath, past and to come.

For, though the origin of most of our words is forgotten, each word was at first a stroke of genius, and obtained currency, because for the moment it symbolized the world to the first speaker and to the hearer. The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture.

The soul circumscribes all things.

Society is frivolous, and shreds its day into scraps, its conversation into ceremonies and escapes.

Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood or appreciated.

That which we are, we are all the while teaching, not voluntarily, but involuntarily.