Every friend whom not thy fantastic will but the great and tender heart in thee craveth, shall lock thee in his embrace. And this because the heart in thee is the heart of all; not a valve, not a wall, not an intersection is there anywhere in nature, but one blood rolls uninterruptedly in endless circulation through all men, as the water of the globe is all one sea, and, truly seen, its tide is one.

A beautiful woman is a practical poet.

Every stoic was a stoic; but in Christendom where is the Christian?

Life itself is ... a sleep within a sleep.

An individual has a healthy personality to the exact degree to which they have the propensity to look for the good in every situation.

The aid we can give each other is only incidental, lateral, and sympathetic.

What omniscience has music! So absolutely impersonal, and yet every sufferer feels his secret sorrow soothed.