In the vaunted works of Art, The master-stroke is Nature's part.

The true preacher can be known by this, that he deals out to the people his life,--life passed through the fire of thought.

You cannot kindle a fire in any other heart until it is burning in your own.

Without a rich heart, wealth is an ugly beggar.

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.

This one fact the world hates; that the soul becomes; for that forever degrades the past, turns all riches to poverty, all reputation to a shame, confounds the saint with the rogue, shoves Jesus and Judas equally aside.

What omniscience has music! So absolutely impersonal, and yet every sufferer feels his secret sorrow soothed.