The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.

Do you love me? Means at last do you see the same truth I see? If you do, we are happy together; but when presently one of us passes into the perception of a new truth, we are divorced and the force of all nature cannot hold us to each other.

Books take their place according to their specific gravity as surely as potatoes in a tub.

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.

There is a persuasion in the soul of man that he is here for cause, that he was put down in this place by the Creator to do the work for which he inspires him, that thus he is an overmatch for all antagonists that could combine against him.

The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.

God made yeast, as well as dough, and loves fermentation just as dearly as he loves vegetation.