Finish each day before you begin the next, and interpose a solid wall of sleep between the two. This you cannot do without temperance.

A life in harmony with nature, the love of truth and virtue, will purge the eyes to understanding her text.

The unstable estimates of men crowd to him whose mind is filled with a truth, as the heaped waves of the Atlantic follow the moon.

The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder. The communication by the glance is in the greatest part not subject to the control of the will. It is the bodily symbol of identity with nature. We look into the eyes to know if this other form is another self, and the eyes will not lie, but make a faithful confession what inhabitant is there.

The truth, the hope, of any time must be sought in the minorities. Michael Angelo was the conscience of Italy. We grow free with his name, and find it ornamental now, but in his own day his friends were few.

The task ahead of us is never as great as the power behind us.

Let us interrogate the great apparition, that shines so peacefully around us.