We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.
Light is but the shadow of God.
A man may be in as just possession of the truth as of a city, and yet be forced to surrender.
Whosoever enjoys not this life, I count him but an apparition, though he wear about him the sensible affections of flesh. In these moral acceptions, the way to be immortal is to die daily.
As reason is a rebel to faith, so passion is a rebel to reason.
We do but learn to-day what our better advanced judgements will unteach us tomorrow.