It is the same among the men and women, as among the silent trees; always a referred existence, an absence, never a presence and satisfaction. Is it, that beauty can never be grasped? In persons and in landscape is equally inaccessible?

Nothing divine dies. All good is eternally reproductive. The beauty of Nature re-forms itself in the mind, and not for barren contemplation, but for new creation.

The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.

There is no good theory of disease which does not at once suggest a cure.

A good symbol is the best argument, and is a missionary to persuade thousands.

All the great speakers were bad speakers at first.

The world is always childish, and with each new gewgaw of a revolution or new constitution that it finds, thinks it shall never cry any more.