A strenuous soul hates cheap success.

We are symbols, and inhabit symbols.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each once a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage.

The order of things consents to virtue.

We are always getting ready to live but never living.

Is not prayer also a study of truth,--a sally of the soul into the unfound infinite? No man ever prayed heartily, without learningsomething. But when a faithful thinker, resolute to detach every object from personal relations, and see it in the light of thought, shall, at the same time, kindle science with the fire of the holiest affections, then will God go forth anew into creation.

We are immersed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.