Affectation is the product of falsehood.

Song is the heroics of speech.

The depth of our despair measures what capability and height of claim we have to hope.

The graceful minuet-dance of fancy must give place to the toilsome, thorny pilgrimage of understanding. On the transition from the age of romance to that of science.

Nature is the time-vesture of God that reveals Him to the wise, and hides him from the foolish.

All true work is sacred.

Why tell me that a man is a fine speaker, if it is not the truth that he is speaking?