Life wastes itself whilst we are preparing to live.

Nature never sends a great man into the planet, without confiding the secret to another soul.

Science corrects the old creeds, sweeps away, with every new perception, our infantile catechisms, and necessitates a faith commensurate with the grander orbits and universal laws which it discloses yet it does not surprise the moral sentiment that was older and awaited expectant these larger insights.

The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.

The soul is the perceiver and revealer of truth. We know truth when we see it, let skeptic and scoffer say what they choose. Foolish people ask you, when you have spoken what they do not wish to hear, 'How do you know it is truth, and not an error of your own?' We know truth when we see it, from opinion, as we know when we are awake that we are awake.

A poem, a sentence, causes us to see ourselves. I be, and I see my being, at the same time.

See only that thou work and thou canst not escape the reward.