How well he fell asleepl Like some proud river, widening toward the sea; Calmly and grandly, silently and deep, Life joined eternity.

It is a flat'ning Thought, that the more we have seen, the less we have to say.

The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I Am.

The history of all the world tells us that immoral means will ever intercept good ends.

Show me one couple unhappy merely on account of their limited circumstances, and I will show you ten who are wretched from other causes.

What is one man's gain is another's loss.

There is one art of which people should be masters - the art of reflection.