Our religion vulgarly stands on numbers of believers. Whenever the appeal is made--no matter how indirectly--to numbers, proclamation is then and there made, that religion is not. He that finds God a sweet, enveloping presence, who shall dare to come in?

Self-command is the main elegance.

We put our love where we have put our labor.

The way to mend the bad world is to create the right world.

He is a dull observer whose experience has not taught him the reality and force of magic, as well as of chemistry.

For, rightly, every man is a channel through which heaven floweth, and, whilst I fancied I was criticising him, I was censuring orrather terminating my own soul.

Fine manners need the support of fine manners in others.