The time is coming when all men will see that the gift of God to the soul is not a vaunting, overpowering, excluding sanctity, buta sweet, natural goodness, a goodness like thine and mine, and that so invites thine and mine to be and to grow.

Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale 'til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free.

Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man.

The the illuminated mind the whole world sparkles with light.

The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.

Society has really no graver interest than the well-being of the literary class.