The Oversoul is before Time, and Time, Father of all else, is one of his children.

Let the stoics say what they please, we do not eat for the good of living, but because the meat is savory and the appetite is keen.

The intellect,-that is miraculous! Who has it, has the talisman: his skin and bones, though they were of the color of night, are transparent, and the everlasting stars shine through, with attractive beams.

If we live truly, we shall see truly.

Improve your spare moments and they will become the brightest gems in your life.

An imaginative book renders us much more service at first, by stimulating us through its tropes, than afterward, when we arrive atthe precise sense of the author. I think nothing is of any value in books, excepting the transcendental and extraordinary.

In a cabinet of natural history, we become sensible of a certain occult recognition and sympathy in regard to the most unwieldy and eccentric forms of beast, fish, and insect.