At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish.

I suppose every old scholar has had the experience of reading something in a book which was significant to him, but which he could never find again. Sure he is that he read it there, but no one else ever read it, nor can he find it again, though he buy the book and ransack every page.

Our thinking is a pious reception.

If a man's eye is on the Eternal, his intellect will grow.

When we have broken our god of tradition, and ceased from our god of rhetoric, then may God fire the heart with His presence.

The action of the soul is oftener in that which is felt and left unsaid than in that which is said in any conversation. It broods over every society, and men unconsciously seek for it in each other.

Human character evermore publishes itself. The most fugitive deed and word, the intimated purpose, express character.