To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic art, of which the best logic's can but babble on the surface.

The lightning spark of thought generated in the solitary mind awakens its likeness in another mind.

Rightly viewed no meanest object is insignificant; all objects are as windows through which the philosophic eye looks into infinitude itself.

For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.

In private life I never knew anyone interfere with other people's disputes but he heartily repented of it.

Every man has a coward and hero in his soul.

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!