A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.

A self-denial, no less austere than the saint's, is demanded of the scholar. He must worship truth, and forgo all things for that,and choose defeat and pain, so that his treasure in thought is thereby augmented.

A poem is made up of thoughts, each of which filled the whole sky of the poet in its turn.

The need for a rational consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds.

God made yeast, as well as dough, and loves fermentation just as dearly as he loves vegetation.

The Times are the masquerade of the eternities; trivial to the dull, tokens of noble and majestic agents to the wise; the receptacle in which the Past leaves its history; the quarry out of which the genius of today is building up the Future.

The true ship is the ship builder.