I am old, yet I look at wise men and see that I am very young. I look over those stars yonder, and into the myriads of the aspirant and ordered souls, and see I am a stranger and a youth and have yet my spurs to win. Too ridiculous are these airs of age.

There is always a certain meanness in the argument of conservatism, joined with a certain superiority in its fact.

People forget that it is the eye which makes the horizon, and the rounding mind's eye which makes this or that man a type or representative of humanity with the name of hero or saint.

As we refine, our checks become finer. If we rise to spiritual culture, the antagonism takes a spiritual form.

There was never anything that did not proceed from a thought.

A vivid thought brings the power to paint it; and in proportion to the depth of its source is the force of its projection.

All history is biography.