Every materialist will be an idealist; but an idealist can never go backward to be a materialist.

A mob cannot be a permanency: everybody's interest requires that it should not exist, and only justice satisfies all.

There is really no insurmountable barrier save your own inherent weakness of purpose.

The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.

Proverbs, like the sacred books of each nation, are the sanctuary of the intuitions. That which the droning world, chained to appearances, will not allow the realist to say in his own words, it will suffer him to say in proverbs without contradiction.

Of Nature itself upon the soul; the sunrise, the haze of autumn, the winter starlight seem interlocutors; the prevailing sense is that of an exposition in poetry; a high discourse, the voice of the speaker seems to breathe as much from the landscape as from his own breast; it is Nature communing with the seer.

Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.