What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through!

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.

Youth is to all the glad season of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.

Isolation is the sum total of wretchedness to a man.

A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.

Nature is the time-vesture of God that reveals Him to the wise, and hides him from the foolish.