The steam-engine I call fire-demon and great; but it is nothing to the invention of fire.

It is not a lucky word, this name impossible; no good comes of those who have it so often in their mouths.

When new turns of behavior cease to appear in the life of the individual, its behavior ceases to be intelligent.

The situation that has not its duty, its ideal, was never yet occupied by man. Yes, here, in this poor, miserable, hampered, despicable actual, wherein thou even now standest, here or nowhere is thy ideal; work it out therefrom, and, working, believe, live, be free. Fool! the ideal is in thyself.

The old cathedrals are good, but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.

One is weary of hearing about the omnipotence of money. I will say rather that, for a genuine man, it is not evil to be poor.

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.