Colleges hate geniuses, just as convents hate saints.

I look on that man as happy, who, when there is question of success, looks into his work for a reply.

The highest revelation is that God is in every man.

Our religion vulgarly stands on numbers of believers. Whenever the appeal is made--no matter how indirectly--to numbers, proclamation is then and there made, that religion is not. He that finds God a sweet, enveloping presence, who shall dare to come in?

Now that is the wisdom of a man, in every instance of his labor, to hitch his wagon to a star, and see his chore done by the gods themselves. That is the way we are strong, by borrowing the might of the elements. The forces of steam, gravity, galvanism, light, magnets, wind, fire, serve us day by day and cost us nothing.

Pride eradicates all vices but itself.

A man's library is a sort of harem.