Very few of our race can be said to be yet finished men. We still carry sticking to us some remains of the preceding inferior quadruped organization. We call these millions men; but they are not yet men. Half-engaged in the soil, pawing to get free, man needs all the music that can be brought to disengage him.

Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere

The essence of friendship is entireness, a total magnanimity and trust.

Difficulties exist to be surmounted.

We grizzle every day. I see no need of it. Whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young.

Vigor is contagious, and whatever makes us either think or feel strongly adds to our power and enlarges our field of action.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.