O pure of heart! Thou needest not ask of me what this strong music in the soul may be!

Intellect really exists in its products; its kingdom is here.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.

The wise only possess ideas; the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.

The curiosity of an honorable mind willingly rests there, where the love of truth does not urge it farther onward, and the love of its neighbor bids it stop; in other words, it willingly stops at the point where the interests of truth do not beckon it onward, and charity cries, Halt!

An idea, in the highest sense of that word, cannot be conveyed but by a symbol.

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