All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!

All destruction, by violent revolution or however it be, is but new creation on a wider scale.

Men worship the shows of great men; the most disbelieve that there is any reality of great men to worship.

Custom doth make dotards of us all.

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

The thing is not only to avoid error, but to attain immense masses of truth.

Piety does not mean that a man should make a sour face about things, and refuse to enjoy in moderation what his Maker has given.