Every moment instructs, and every object; for wisdom is infused into every form. It has been poured into us as blood; it convulsed us as pain; it slid into us as pleasure; it enveloped us in dull, melancholy days, or in days of cheerful labor; we did not guess its essence until after long time.

Every person has his or her own vocation-talent is the call.

All writing comes by the grace of God.

Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.

Eloquence is the appropriate organ of the highest personal energy.

The god or hero of the sculptor is always represented in a transition from that which is representable to the senses, to that which is not.