Go into one of our cool churches, and begin to count the words that might be spared, and in most places the entire sermon will go.

There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself.

Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know

You need someone who can inspire you to be what you know you can be

Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.

The man who renounces himself, comes to himself.

We may like well to know what is Plato’s and what is Montesquieu’s or Goethe’s part, and what thought was always dear to the writer himself; but the worth of the sentences consists in their radiancy and equal aptitude to all intelligence. They fit all our facts like a charm. We respect ourselves the more that we know them.