A heavenly awe overshadowed and encompassed, as it still ought, and must, all earthly business whatsoever.

Battles, in these ages, are transacted by mechanism; with the slightest possible development of human individuality or spontaneity; men now even die, and kill one another, in an artificial manner.

Cash-payment never was, or could except for a few years be, the union-bond of man to man. Cash never yet paid one man fully his deserts to another; nor could it, nor can it, now or henceforth to the end of the world.

Stern accuracy in inquiring, bold imagination in describing, these are the cogs on which history soars or flutters and wobbles.

A collection of books is the best of all universities.

Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.

Is man’s civilization only a wrappage, through which the savage nature of him can still burst, infernal as ever?