We are like travellers using the cinders of a volcano to roast their eggs. Whilst we see that it always stands ready to clothe what we would say, we cannot avoid the question whether the characters are not significant of themselves.

What a searching preacher of self-command is the varying phenomenon of health.

Better be a nettle in the side of your friend than his echo.

Whilst we want cities as the centres where the best things are found, cities degrade us by magnifying trifles.

Nature is reckless of the individual. When she has points to carry, she carries them.

All sensible people are selfish, and nature is tugging at every contract to make the terms of it fair.

When we attempt to define and describe God, both language and thought desert us, and we are as helpless as fools and savages.