The soul raised over passion beholds identity and eternal causation, perceives the self-existance of Truth and Right, and calms itself with knowing that all things go well.

Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.

Invention breeds invention.

The fatal trait of the times is the divorce between religion and morality.

No man ever prayed heartily without learning something.

The imaginative faculty of the soul must be fed with objects immense and eternal.

If the whole of history is in one man, it is all to be explained from individual experience.