That great mystery of TIME, were there no other; the illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb,-for we have no word to speak about it.

Feel it in thy heart and then say whether it is of God!

Whose school-hours are all the days and nights of our existence.

Dinners are defined as 'the ultimate act of communion;' men that can have communion in nothing else, can sympathetically eat together, can still rise into some glow of brotherhood over food and wine.

There is something in man which your science cannot satisfy.

Lord Bacon could as easily have created the planets as he could have written Hamlet.

A man lives by believing something.