The relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure, that it is profane to seek to interpose helps.

We are never without a pilot. When we know not how to steer, and dare not hoist a sail, we can drift. The current knows the way, though we do not. The ship of heaven guides itself, and will not accept a wooden rudder.

The life of truth is cold.

We write from aspiration and antagonism, as well as from experience. We paint those qualities which we do not posses.

Our opinions of the world, are confessions of character.

The law of nature is alternation for evermore. Each electrical state superinduces the opposite. The soul environs itself with friends, that it may enter into a grander self-acquaintance or solitude; and it goes alone for a season, that it may exalt its conversation or society.

I find the Englishman to be him of all men who stands firmest in his shoes. They have in themselves what they value in their horses, mettle and bottom.