The present is an edifice which God cannot rebuild.

As a man thinketh, so is he, and as a man chooseth, so is he.

The soul is the perceiver and revealer of truth. We know truth when we see it, let skeptic and scoffer say what they choose.

It is very odd that Nature should be so unscrupulous. She is no saint . . .

Converse with a mind that is grandly simple, and literature looks like word-catching. The simplest utterances are worthiest to bewritten, yet are they so cheap, and so things of course, that, in the infinite riches of the soul, it is like gathering a few pebbles off the ground, or bottling a little air in a phial, when the whole earth and the whole atmosphere are ours.

Life is comic or pitiful as soon as the high ends of being fade out of sight, and man becomes near-sighted, and can only attend towhat addresses the senses.

A right rule for a club would be,-Admit no man whose presence excludes any one topic.