Men are lenses through which we read our own minds.

This body, full of faults, Has yet one great quality: Whatever it encounters in this temporal life depends upon one's actions.

I am constrained every moment to acknowledge a higher origin for events than the will I call mine.

Nature paints the best part of a picture, carves the best parts of the statue, builds the best part of the house, and speaks the best part of the oration.

The frost which kills the harvest of a year saves the harvest of a century, by destroying the weevil or the locust.

The powers of the Soul are commensurate with its needs.

The philosophy of waiting is sustained by all the oracles of the universe.