The test of civilization is the power of drawing the most benefit out of cities.

We mark with light in the memory the few interviews we have had 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 inly are.

Ah, if the rich were rich as the poor fancy riches.

Here is the world, sound as a nut, perfect, not the smallest piece of chaos left, never a stitch nor an end, not a mark of haste, or botching, or second thought; but the theory of the world is a thing of shreds and patches.

The Oversoul is before Time, and Time, Father of all else, is one of his children.

I knew a witty physician who found theology in the biliary duct, and used to affirm that if there was a disease in the liver, the man became a Calvinist, and if that organ was sound, he became a Unitarian.

Not a ray is dimmed, not an atom worn; nature's oldest force is as good as new.