It is a mischievous notion that we are come late into nature; that the world was finished a long time ago. As the world was plastic and fluid in the hands of God, so it is ever to so much of his attributes as we bring to it. To ignorance and sin, it is flint. They adapt to themselves to it as they may; but in proportion as a man has anything in him divine, the firmament flows before him and takes his signet and form.

What would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well a half an hour?

No man ever came to an experience which was satiating, but his good is tidings of a better. Onward and onward!

Ever the words of the gods resound; But the porches of man's ear seldom in this low life's round are unsealed, that he may hear.

Every man who would do anything well, must come to it from a higher ground.

Pines a thousand years old. Every year they must go farther for them: they recede, like beavers and Indians, before the white man.

We first share the life by which things exist, and afterwards see them as appearances in nature, and forget that we have shared their cause.