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 three great elements of modern civilization, Gun powder, Printing, and the Protestant religion.

It is not honest inquiry that makes anarchy; but it is error, insincerity, half belief and untruth that make it.

The end of man is action.

In the huge mass of evil as it rolls and swells, there is ever some good working toward deliverance and triumph.

At the bottom there is no perfect history; there is none such conceivable. All past centuries have rotted down, and gone confusedly dumb and quiet.

There are female dandies as well as clothes-wearing men; and the former are as objectionable as the latter.