Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul.

Commerce is of trivial import; love, faith, truth of character, the aspiration of man, these are sacred.

Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts.

The man (or woman) who can make hard things easy is the educator.

Where do we find ourselves? In a series of which we do not know the extremes, and believe that it has none. We wake and find ourselves on a stair; there are stairs below us, which we seem to have ascended; there are stairs above us, many a one, which go upward and out of sight.

So shall we come to look at the world with new eyes.

Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood; and if there is any truth in him, if he rests at last on the divine soul, I see not how it can be otherwise. The last chamber, the last closet, he must feel, was never opened; there is always a residuum unknown, unanalyzable. That is, every man believes that he has a greater possibility.