Men have sometimes exchanged names with their friends, as if they would signify that in their friend each loved his own soul.

We fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature.

If the king is in the palace, nobody looks at the walls. It is when he is gone, and the house is filled with grooms and gazers, that we turn from the people, to find relief in the majestic men that are suggested by the pictures and the architecture.

The wonder is always new that any sane man can be a sailor.

But we need not fear that we can lose any thing by the progress of the soul. The soul may be trusted to the end.

God has delegated himself to a million deputies.

Labor is God's education.