We cannot describe the natural history of the soul, but we know that it is divine. All things are known to the soul. It is not to be surprised by any communication. Nothing can be greater than it, let those fear and those fawn who will. The soul is in her native realm; and it is wider than space, older than time, wide as hope, rich as love. Pusillanimity and fear she refuses with a beautiful scorn; they are not for her who putteth on her coronation robes, and goes out through universal love to universal power.

A man in the view of absolute goodness, adores, with total humility. Every step downward, is a step upward. The man who renounceshimself, comes to himself.

We want but two or three friends, but these we cannot do without, and they serve us in every thought we think.

English history is aristocracy with the doors open. Who has courage and faculty, let him come in.

A child reminds us that playtime is an essential part of our daily routine.

An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory.

Men who know the same things are not long the best company for each other.