Generalization is always a new influx of divinity into the mind. Hence the thrill that attends it.

Let us answer a book of ink with a book of flesh and blood.

The craft with which the world is made runs also into the mind and character of men. No man is quite sane; each has a vein of folly in his composition, a slight determination of blood to the head, to make sure of holding him hard to some one point which Nature has taken to heart.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

For, though the origin of most of our words is forgotten, each word was at first a stroke of genius, and obtained currency, because for the moment it symbolized the world to the first speaker and to the hearer. The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture.

The rich mind lies in the sun and sleeps, and is Nature.

Courage consists in equality to the problem before us.