Of all God's creatures, Man alone is poor.

There is precious instruction to be got by finding we were wrong.

The scandalous bronze-lacquer age of hungry animalisms, spiritual impotences, and mendacities, will have to run its course, till the pit follow it.

That great mystery of TIME, were there no other; the illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb,-for we have no word to speak about it.

Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one.

Of all God's creatures, Man alone is poor.

Pin thy faith to no man's sleeve. Hast thou not two eyes of thy own?