The ragged cliff has thousand faces in a thousand hours.
No man ever prayed heartily without learning something.
Behind us, as we go, all things assume pleasing forms, as clouds do far off. Not only things familiar and stale, but even the tragic and terrible, are comely, as they take their place in the pictures of memory.
We must not tamper with the organic motion of the soul.
If the vast and the spiritual are omitted, so are the practical and the moral.
The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization.