Why should the way I feel depend on the thoughts in someone else's head?
It is sublime to think and say of another, I need never meet, or speak, or write to him: we need not reinforce ourselves, or send tokens of remembrance; I rely on him as on myself: if he did thus and thus, I know it was right.
The sanity of society is a balance of a thousand insanity's.
Music causes us to think eloquently.
Sunday is the core of our civilization, dedicated to thought and reverence.
The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it... ''Beware of me,'' it says, ''but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands.