Reality, if rightly interpreted, is grander than fiction.

A man perfects himself by working. Foul jungles are cleared away, fair seed-fields rise instead, and stately cities; and with the man himself first ceases to be a jungle, and foul unwholesome desert thereby. The man is now a man.

Whose school-hours are all the days and nights of our existence.

The thing is not only to avoid error, but to attain immense masses of truth.

The meaning of song goes deep. Who in logical words can explain the effect music has on us? A kind of inarticulate, unfathomable speech, which leads us to the edge of the infinite, and lets us for a moment gaze into that!

History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.

History is a great dust heap.