Philosophy dwells aloft in the Temple of Science, the divinity of its inmost shrine; her dictates descend among men, but she herself descends not : whoso would behold her must climb with long and laborious effort, nay, still linger in the forecourt, till manifold trial have proved him worthy of admission into the interior solemnities.

Friendship, in the old heroic sense of that term, no longer exists. It is in reality no longer expected or recognized as a virtue among men.

The old cathedrals are good, but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.

Properly speaking, all true work is religion.

Hardened round us, encasing wholly every notion we form is a wrapping of traditions, hearsay's, and mere words.

What is all Knowledge too but recorded Experience, and a product of History; of which, therefore, Reasoning and Belief, no less than Action and Passion, are essential materials?

The Ideal is in thyself, the impediments too is in thyself.