The days are made on a loom whereof the warp and woof are past and future time. They are majestically dressed, as if every god brought a thread to the skyey web.

Who does not sometimes envy the good and the brave, who are no more to suffer from the tumults of the natural world, and await with curious complacency the speedy term of his own conversation with finite nature?

If we live truly, we shall see truly.

The evolution of a highly destined society must be moral; it must run in the grooves of the celestial wheels.

We may climb into the thin and cold realm of pure geometry and lifeless science, or sink into that of sensation. Between these extremes is the equator of life, of thought, or spirit, or poetry,--a narrow belt.

What is addressed to us for contemplation does not threaten us, but makes us intellectual beings.

The greatest man in history was the poorest.