The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable demand of harmony in man.

It is only when mind and character slumber that the dress can be seen. If the intellect were always awake, and every noble sentiment, the man might go in huckaback or mats, and his dress would be admired and imitated.

Two may talk and one may hear, but three cannot take part in a conversation of the most sincere and searching sort.

Our prejudices are our robbers, they rob us valuable things in life. People only see what they are prepared to see.

A mind might ponder its thought for an epoch, and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach in a day.

The narrow sectarian cannot read astronomy with impunity. The creeds of his church shrivel like dried leaves at the door of the observatory.

The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new and largercircles, and that without end.