All persons are puzzles until at last we find in some word or act the key to the man, to the woman; straightway all their past words and actions lie in light before us.

The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.

One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance of the eye; it transcends speech; it is the bodily symbol of identity.

God has delegated himself to a million deputies.

What we commonly call man, the eating, drinking, planting, counting man, does not, as we know him, represent himself, but misrepresents himself. Him we do not respect, but the soul, whose organ he is, would he let it appear through his action, would make our knees bend.

The moment the doctrine of the immortality is separately taught, man is already fallen. In the flowing of love, in the adoration of humility, there is no question of continuance. No inspired man ever asks this question, or condescends to these evidences. For the soul is true to itself, and the man in whom it is shed abroad cannot wander from the present, which is infinite, to a future which would be finite.

The Englishman who has lost his fortune is said to have died of a broken heart.