When a natural king becomes a titular king, every body is pleased and satisfied.

Nature will not be Buddhist: she resents generalizing, and insults the philosopher in every moment with a million fresh particulars.

Truth has not single victories; all things are its organs,--not only dust and stones, but errors and lies.

We are not free to use today, or to promise tomorrow, because we are already mortgaged to yesterday.

And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of worship.

We lie in the lap of immense intelligence, which makes us receivers of its truth and organ of its activity. When we discern justice, when we discern truth, we do nothing by ourselves, but allow a passage to its beams. If we ask whence this comes, if we seek to pry into the soul that causes, all philosophy is at fault. Its presence or its absence is all we can affirm.

The best effort of a fine person is felt after we have left their presence.