Pure by impure is not seen.

Teach the children! It is painting in fresco.

The world is a divine dream, from which we may presently awake to the glories and certainties of day.

What is addressed to us for contemplation does not threaten us, but makes us intellectual beings.

Among the multitude of scholars and authors, we feel no hallowing presence; we are sensible of a knack and skill rather than of inspiration; they have a light, and know not whence it comes, and call it their own; their talent is some exaggerated faculty, some overgrown member, so that their strength is a disease.

But I cannot recite, even thus rudely, laws of the intellect, without remembering that lofty and sequestered class of men who have been its prophets and oracles, the high-priesthood of the pure reason, the Trismegisti, the expounders of the principles of thought from age to age.

Those who listened to Lord Chatham felt that there was something finer in the man, than anything which he said.