O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught.

No matter how often defeated, you are born to victory.

Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood; and if there is any truth in him, if he rests at last on the divine soul, I see not how it can be otherwise. The last chamber, the last closet, he must feel, was never opened; there is always a residuum unknown, unanalyzable. That is, every man believes that he has a greater possibility.

Proverbs are the literature of reason, or the statements of absolute truth, without qualification. Like the sacred books of each nation, they are the sanctuary of its intuitions.

There is a principle which is the basis of things, which all speech aims to say, and all action to evolve, a simple, quiet, undescribed, undescribable presence, dwelling very peacefully in us, our rightful lord: we are not to do, but to let do; not to work, but to be worked upon.

Nature is not slow to equip us in the prison-uniform of the party to which we adhere.

These arts open great gates of a future, promising to make the world plastic and to lift human life out of its beggary to a god- like ease and power.