The world we live in is but thickened light.

As every pool reflects the image of the sun, so every thought and thing restores us an image and creature of the supreme Good. Theuniverse is perforated by a million channels for his activity. All things mount and mount.

Beauty rests on necessities.

God never jests with us, and will not compromise the end of nature, by permitting any inconsequence in its procession.

What a man does, that he has. What has he to do with hope or fear? In himself is his might. Let him regard no good as solid but that which is in his nature, and which must grow out of him as long as he exists. The goods of fortune may come and go like summer leaves; let him scatter them on every wind as the momentary signs of his infinite productiveness.

In imitation is a bit suicide.

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