Eternity looks grander and kinder if time grow meaner and more hostile.

The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.

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?

Piety does not mean that a man should make a sour face about things, and refuse to enjoy in moderation what his Maker has given.

In every object there is inexhaustible meaning; the eye sees in it what the eye brings means of seeing.

Is there no God, then, but at best an absentee God, sitting idle, ever since the first Sabbath, at the outside of his Universe?

A man protesting against error is on the way towards uniting himself with all men that believe in truth.