I am ashamed to see what a shallow village tale our so-called history is.

Humility is the secret of the wise.

The difference between Talent and Genius is that Talent says things which he has never heard but once, and Genius things which he has never heard.

The soul circumscribes all things.

Look out into the July night, and see the broad belt of silver flame which flashes up the half of heaven, fresh and delicate as the bonfires of the meadow-flies. Yet the powers of numbers cannot compute its enormous age,—lasting as space and time,—embosomed in time and space.

The present is an edifice which God cannot rebuild.

Are you not scared by seeing that the gypsies are more attractive to us than the apostles?