Are we not Spirits, that are shaped into a body, into an Appearance; and that fade away again into air and Invisibility? Oh, Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry a future Ghost within us; but are, in very deed, Ghosts! These Limbs, whence had we them; this stormy Force; this life-blood with its burning Passion? They are dust and shadow; a Shadow-system gathered round our Me; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh.

The merit of originality is not novelty; it is sincerity.

Man makes circumstances, and spiritually as well as economically, is the artificer of his own fortune.

Cash-payment is not the sole nexus of man with man.

Unity, agreement, is always silent or soft-voiced; it is only discord that loudly proclaims itself.

Trust not the heart of that man for whom old clothes are not venerable.

Consider in fact, a body of six hundred and fifty-eight miscellaneous persons, set to consult about "business," with twenty-seven millions, mostly fools, assiduously listening to them, and checking and criticising them. Was there ever, since the world began, will there ever be till the world end, any "business" accomplished in these circumstances?