Our very walking is an incessant falling; a falling and a catching of ourselves before we come actually to the pavement. It is emblematic of all things a man does.

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

Alas! while the body stands so broad and brawny, must the soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupefied, almost annihilated? Alas! this was, too, a breath of God, bestowed in heaven, but on earth never to be unfolded!

One must verify or expel his doubts, and convert them into the certainty of Yes or NO.

Lies exist only to be extinguished.

The true eye for talent presupposes the true reverence for it.

The great silent man! Looking round on the noisy inanity of the world,--words with little meaning, actions with little worth,--one loves to reflect on the great Empire of Silence.