When a man becomes a conformist, he is sacrificing the richness of independent thinking.

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

Excite the soul, and the weather and the town and your condition in the world all disappear; the world itself loses its solidity, nothing remains but the soul and the Divine Presence in which it lives.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

Flowers are the earth laughing.

The domestic man, who loves no music so well as his kitchen clock, and the airs which the logs sing to him as they burn on the hearth, has solaces which others never dream of.

there is no planet, sun, or star could hold you if you but knew what you are.