The soul answers never by words, but by the thing itself that is inquired after.

Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.

The inmost in due time becomes the outmost.

Each particle is a microcosm, and faithfully renders the likeness of the world.

He is a good man, who can receive a gift well. We are either glad or sorry at a gift, and both emotions are unbecoming.

All life is an experiment. Place yourself in the middle of the stream of power and wisdom which animates all whom it floats, and you are without effort impelled to truth, to right and a perfect contentment. I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom. Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.

Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it.