If I cannot brag of knowing something, then I brag of not knowing it; at any rate, brag.

I feel the same truth how often in my trivial conversation with my neighbours, that somewhat higher in each of us overlooks this by-play, and Jove nods to Jove from behind each of us.

Why should we fear to be crushed by savage elements, we who are made up of the same elements?

The use of natural history is to give us aid in supernatural history: the use of the outer creation, to give us language for the beings and changes of the inward creation.

It is greatest to believe and to hope well of the world, because he who does so, quits the world of experience, and makes the world he lives in.

Nor count compartments of the floors, But mount to paradise By the stairway of surprise.

Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.