What your heart thinks is great, is great. The soul's emphasis is always right.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things.

Creative force, like a musical composer, goes on unweariedly repeating a simple air or theme, now high, now low, in solo, in chorus, ten thousand times reverberated, till it fills earth and heaven with the chant.

What has been done in the world - the works of genius - cost nothing. There is no painful effort, but it is the spontaneous flowing of the thought. Shakespeare made his Hamlet as a bird weaves its nest.

The civility of the world has reached that pitch that their more moral genius is becoming indispensable, and the quality of this race is to be honored for itself.

We are impressed and even daunted by the immense Universe to be explored. "What we know is a point to what we do not know."

God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.