Here is the world, sound as a nut, perfect, not the smallest piece of chaos left, never a stitch nor an end, not a mark of haste, or botching, or second thought; but the theory of the world is a thing of shreds and patches.

Of lower states, of acts of routine and sense, we can tell somewhat; but the masterpieces of God, the total growths and universalmovements of the soul, he hideth; they are incalculable. I can know that truth is divine and helpful; but how it shall help me I can have no guess, for so to be is the sole inlet of so to know.

He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.

Rings and other jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only gift is a portion of thyself.

A great man stands on God. A small man on a great man.

We grizzle every day. I see no need of it. Whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young.

The finest wits have their sediment.