God hides things by putting them near us.

Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise.

The terrors of the child are quite reasonable, and add to his loveliness; for his utter ignorance and weakness, and his enchanting indignation on such a small basis of capital compel every bystander to take his part.

Do the thing and you will have the power. But they that do not the thing, had not the power.

It is one light which beams out of a thousand stars. It is one soul which animates all men.

I suppose every old scholar has had the experience of reading something in a book which was significant to him, but which he could never find again. Sure he is that he read it there, but no one else ever read it, nor can he find it again, though he buy the book and ransack every page.

There are many virtues in books, but the essential value is the adding of knowledge to our stock by the record of new facts, and, better, by the record of intuitions which distribute facts, and are the formulas which supersede all histories.