Men's hearts ought not to be set against one another, but set with one another and all against evil only.

Poverty, we may say, surrounds a man with ready-made barriers, which if they do mournfully gall and hamper, do at least prescribe for him, and force on him, a sort of course and goal; a safe and beaten, though a circuitous, course. A great part of his guidance is secure against fatal error, is withdrawn from his control. The rich, again, has his whole life to guide, without goal or barrier, save of his own choosing, and, tempted, is too likely to guide it ill.

And there are Ben [Jonson] and William Shakespeare in wit-combat, sure enough; Ben bearing down like a mighty Spanish war-ship, fraught with all learning and artillery; Shakespeare whisking away from him - whisking right through him, athwart the big bulk and timbers of him; like a miraculous Celestial Light-ship, woven all of sheet-lightning and sunbeams!

Worship is transcendent wonder.

A false man found a religion? Why, a false man cannot build a brick house!

No person was every rightly understood until they had been first regarded with a certain feeling, not of tolerance, but of sympathy.

A man cannot make a pair of shoes rightly unless he do it in a devout manner.