Every man has a vocation. The talent is the call.

The objection to conforming to usages that have become dead to you is, that it scatters your force.

To believe in luck, if it were not a solecism so to use the word believe, is skepticism.

Of Nature itself upon the soul; the sunrise, the haze of autumn, the winter starlight seem interlocutors; the prevailing sense is that of an exposition in poetry; a high discourse, the voice of the speaker seems to breathe as much from the landscape as from his own breast; it is Nature communing with the seer.

Conversation in society is found to be on a platform so low as to exclude science, the saint, and the poet.

He is great who confers the most benefits.

Do not speak of God much. After a very little conversation on the highest nature, thought deserts us and we run into formalism.