The gates of thought, - how slow and late they discover themselves! Yet when they appear, we see that they were always there, always open.

Is not prayer also a study of truth,--a sally of the soul into the unfound infinite? No man ever prayed heartily, without learningsomething. But when a faithful thinker, resolute to detach every object from personal relations, and see it in the light of thought, shall, at the same time, kindle science with the fire of the holiest affections, then will God go forth anew into creation.

Human character evermore publishes itself. The most fugitive deed and word, the intimated purpose, express character.

Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, a possession for all time.

The best university that can be recommended to a man of ideas is the gauntlet of the mob.

The leaves are falling, falling as from way off, as though far gardens withered in the skies; they are falling with denying gestures. And in the nights the heavy earth is falling from all the stars down into loneliness. We all are falling. This hand falls. And look at others: it is in them all. And yet there is one who holds this falling endlessly gently in his hands.

I think it is the best of humanity that goes out to walk. In happy hours, I think all affairs may be wisely postponed for walking.