The foundations of a person are not in matter but in spirit.

What is man born for but to be a Reformer, a Remaker of what man has made? A renouncer of lies; a restorer of truth and good? Imitating that great Nature which embossoms us all, and which sleeps no moment on an old past, but every hour repairs herself, yielding us every morning a new day, with every breath a new life?

Skepticism? Yes, but a saint is a skeptic once in twenty-four hours.

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.

Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.

God builds his temple in the heart on the ruins of churches and religions.

We never touch but at points.