Culture is one thing and varnish is another.

In my utter impotence to test the authenticity of the report of my senses, to know whether the impressions they make on me correspond with outlying objects, what difference does it make, whether Orion is up there in heaven, or some god paints the image in the firmament of the soul?

You cannot institute, without peril of charlatanism.

We lie in the lap of immense intelligence.

Sympathy is a supporting atmosphere, and in it we unfold easily and well.

Liberty is a slow fruit.

The victories of character are instant, and victories for all.