That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.

Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

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

I dislike the frequent use of the word virtue, instead of righteousness, in the pulpit; in prayer or preaching before a Christian community, it sounds too much like pagan philosophy.

Metaphysics,--the science which determines what can and what cannot be known of being and the laws of being.

The artist must imitate that which is within the thing, that which is active through form and figure, and discourses to us by symbols.

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.