The present is an edifice which God cannot rebuild.

For all men live by truth, and stand in need of expression. In love, in art, in avarice, in politics, in labor, in games, we study to utter our painful secret. The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression.

The eye is easily frightened.

The universe is the externisation of the soul. Wherever the life is, that bursts into appearance around it. Our science is sensual, and therefore superficial. The earth, and the heavenly bodies, physics, and chemistry, we sensually treat, as if they were self-existent; but these are the retinue of that Being we have.

The only true gifts are a portion of yourself.

I ought to go upright and vital, and speak the rude truth in all ways.

Every stoic was a stoic; but in Christendom where is the Christian?