To the vulgar eye, few things are wonderful that are not distant

Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.

A star is beautiful; it affords pleasure, not from what it is to do, or to give, but simply by being what it is. It befits the heavens; it has congruity with the mighty space in which it dwells. It has repose; no force disturbs its eternal peace. It has freedom; no obstruction lies between it and infinity.

There is in man a higher than love of happiness; he can do without happiness, and instead thereof find blessedness.

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

One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!

There is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.