What is a man born for but to be a reformer, a remaker of what has been made, a denouncer of lies, a restorer of truth and good?

Come out of the azure. Love the day. Do not leave the sky out of your landscape.

The religion that is afraid of science dishonors God and commits suicide. Every influx of atheism, of skepticism, is thus made useful as a mercury pill assaulting and removing a diseased religion, and making way for truth.

The domestic man, who loves no music so well as his kitchen clock, and the airs which the logs sing to him as they burn on the hearth, has solaces which others never dream of.

We are too civil to books. For a few golden sentences we will turn over and actually read a volume of four or five hundred pages.

Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.

But genius looks forward: the eyes of men are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates.