Fire is the best of servants, but what a master!

The king is the man who can.

Skepticism . . . is not intellectual only it is moral also, a chronic atrophy and disease of the whole soul.

Are we not Spirits, that are shaped into a body, into an Appearance; and that fade away again into air and Invisibility? Oh, Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry a future Ghost within us; but are, in very deed, Ghosts! These Limbs, whence had we them; this stormy Force; this life-blood with its burning Passion? They are dust and shadow; a Shadow-system gathered round our Me; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh.

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

Show me the man you honor; I know by that symptom, better than by any other, what kind of man you yourself are. For you show me there what your ideal of manhood is; what kind of man you long inexpressibly to be.

I grow daily to honor facts more and more, and theory less and less.