I cannot forgive a scholar his homeless despondency.

The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting.

Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories and criticism.

I may say it of our preposterous use of books,--He knew not what to do, and so he read.

Character repudiates intellect, yet excites it; and character passes into thought, is published so, and then is ashamed before newflashes of moral worth.

God made yeast, as well as dough, and loves fermentation just as dearly as he loves vegetation.

The soul circumscribes all things.