Democracy is morose, and runs to anarchy.

If eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.

There are some men above grief and some men below it.

Logic is the procession or proportionate unfolding of the intuition; but its virtue is as silent method; the moment it would appear as propositions, and have a separate value, it is worthless.

If you take in a lie, you must take in all that belongs to it.

There is no doctrine of the Reason which will bear to be taught by the Understanding.

The soul is the perceiver and revealer of truth. We know truth when we see it, let skeptic and scoffer say what they choose ... We distinguish the announcements of the soul, its manifestations of its own nature, by the term Revelation. These are always attended by the emotion of the sublime. For this communication is an influx of the Divine mind into our mind. It is an ebb of the individual rivulet before the flowing surges of the sea of life. Every distinct apprehension of this central commandment agitates men with awe and delight.