There is but one temple in this Universe: The Body. We speak to God whenever we lay our hands upon it.

The Great Man's sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of, is not conscious of: nay, I suppose, he is conscious rather of insincerity; for what man can walk accurately by the law of truth for one day? No, the Great Man does not boast himself sincere, far from that; perhaps does not ask himself if he is so: I would say rather, his sincerity does not depend on himself; he cannot help being sincere!

No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence.

Laughter means sympathy.

Hero-worship is the deepest root of all; the tap-root, from which in a great degree all the rest were nourished and grown . . . Worship of a Hero is transcendent admiration of a Great Man. I say great men are still admirable; I say there is, at bottom, nothing else admirable! No nobler feeling than this of admiration for one higher than himself dwells in the breast of men.

Experience takes dreadfully high school-wages, but he teaches like no other.

The mystery of a person, indeed, is ever divine to him that has a sense for the godlike.