Truth, and goodness, and beauty, are but different faces of the same All
Persons are fine things, but they cost so much! for thee I must pay me.
If we meet no gods, it is because we harbor none.
The life of labor does not make men, but drudges.
Without the great arts which speak to the sense of beauty, a man seems to me a poor, naked, shivering creature. These are his becoming draperies, which warm and adorn him.
All ages of belief have been great; all of unbelief have been mean.