The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end.

The dice of God are always loaded.

There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself.

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.

Our day of dependence, our long apprenticeship to the learning of other lands, draws to a close. The millions, that around us arerushing into life, cannot always be fed on the sere remains of foreign harvests.

The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.

No one suspects the days to be gods.