A day is a miniature eternity.

When he is pushed, tormented, defeated, he has a chance to learn something; he has been put on his wits, on his manhood; he has gained facts; learns his ignorance; is cured of the insanity of conceit; has got moderation and real skill.

What is the imagination? Only an arm or weapon of the interior energy; only the precursor of the reason.

Prudence is the virtue of the senses. It is the science of appearances. It is the outmost action of the inward life.

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting.

The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder. The communication by the glance is in the greatest part not subject to the control of the will. It is the bodily symbol of identity with nature. We look into the eyes to know if this other form is another self, and the eyes will not lie, but make a faithful confession what inhabitant is there.

If we will not interfere with our thought, but will act entirely, or see how the thing stands in God, we know the particular thing, and every thing, and every man.