Colleges hate geniuses, just as convents hate saints.

There are men whose language is strong and defying enough, yet their eyes and their actions ask leave of other men to live.

True wit never made us laugh.

A skilful man reads his dreams for his selfknowledge; yet not the details, but the quality.

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton tolling the bell at noon, Dreams not that great Napoleon Sto

The world globes itself in a drop of dew.

In the moment when you make the least petition to God, though it be but a silent wish that he may approve you, or add one moment to your life,--do you not, in the very act, necessarily exclude all other beings from your thought? In that act, the soul stands alone with God, and Jesus is no more present to your mind than your brother or your child.