Truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it, else it is none.

I see that sensible men and conscientious men all over the world were of one religion of well-doing and daring.

A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.

God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.

We cannot describe the natural history of the soul, but we know that it is divine. All things are known to the soul. It is not to be surprised by any communication. Nothing can be greater than it, let those fear and those fawn who will. The soul is in her native realm; and it is wider than space, older than time, wide as hope, rich as love. Pusillanimity and fear she refuses with a beautiful scorn; they are not for her who putteth on her coronation robes, and goes out through universal love to universal power.

We wake from one dream into another dream.

Genius seems to consist merely in trueness of sight, in using such words as show that the man was an eye-witness, and not a repeater of what was told.