Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.

For all our penny-wisdom, for all our soul-destroying slavery to habit, it is not to be doubted that all men have sublime thoughts; that all men value the few real hours of life; they love to be heard; they love to be caught up into the vision of principles. We mark with light in the memory the few interviews we have had, in the dreary years of routine and of sin, with souls that made our souls wiser; that spoke what we thought; that told us what we knew; that gave us leave to be what we only were.

Our globe discovers its bidden virtues, not only in heroes and arch-angels, but in gossips and nurses.

The great make its feel, first of all, the indifference of circumstances. They call into activity the higher perceptions, and subdue the low habits of comfort and luxury; but the higher perceptions find their objects everywhere; only the low habits need palaces and banquets.

The gift, to be true, must be the flowing of the giver unto me, correspondent to my flowing unto him.

Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.

Looking at God instantly reduces our disposition to dissent from our brother.