The present is an edifice which God cannot rebuild.

He is a good man, who can receive a gift well. We are either glad or sorry at a gift, and both emotions are unbecoming.

Whenever a mind is simple and receives an old wisdom, old things pass away,--means, teachers, texts, temples fall; it lives now, and absorbs past and future into present hour. All things are made sacred by relation to it,--one as much as another.

A man must ride alternately on the horses of his private and his public nature.

The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.

The sciences, even the best,-mathematics and astronomy,-are like sportsmen, who seize whatever prey offers, even without being able to make any use of it.

Do you love me? Means at last do you see the same truth I see? If you do, we are happy together; but when presently one of us passes into the perception of a new truth, we are divorced and the force of all nature cannot hold us to each other.