In the uttermost meaning of the words, thought is devout, and devotion is thought. Deep calls unto deep.

Not a ray is dimmed, not an atom worn; nature's oldest force is as good as new.

The sentiment of virtue is a reverence and delight in the presence of certain divine laws. It perceives that this homely game of life we play, covers, under what seem foolish details, principles that astonish.

Everyone I meet is in some way my superior.

A new person is to me a great event, and hinders me from sleep. I have often had fine fancies about persons which have given me delicious hours; but the joy ends in the day; it yields no fruit.

Every mind is different; and the more it is unfolded, the more pronounced is that difference.

Nature is a rag merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations.