Woe to him that claims obedience when it is not due; woe to him that refuses it when it is.

It is not honest inquiry that makes anarchy; but it is error, insincerity, half belief and untruth that make it.

Taste, if it mean anything but a paltry connoisseurship, must mean a general susceptibility to truth and nobleness, a sense to discern, and a heart to love and reverence all beauty, order, goodness, wheresoever, or in whatsoever forms and accompaniments they are to be seen. This surely implies, as its chief condition, not any given external rank or situation, but a finely-gifted mind, purified into harmony with itself, into keenness and justness of vision; above all, kindled into love and generous admiration.

All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!

He who has health, has hope; and he who has hope, has everything.

Thought, true labor of any kind, highest virtue itself, is it not the daughter of Pain?

Time is the silent, never-resting thing ... rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing oceantide, on which we and all the universe swim.