He that will not work according to his faculty, let him perish according to his necessity: there is no law juster than that.

Eternity looks grander and kinder if time grow meaner and more hostile.

Beautiful it is, and a gleam from the same eternal pole-star visible amid the destinies of men, that all talent, all intellect, is in the first plane moral. What a world were this otherwise!

Rest is for the dead.

If I say that Shakespeare is the greatest of intellects, I have said all concerning him. But there is more in Shakespeare's intellect than we have yet seen. It is what I call an unconscious intellect; there is more virtue in it that he himself is aware of.

Man's unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.

Does not every true man feel that he is himself made higher by doing reverence to what is really above him?