The true eye for talent presupposes the true reverence for it.

No pressure, no diamonds.

Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. The burning of a little straw may hide the stars of the sky; but the stars are there and will reappear.

The Christian must be consumed by the conviction of the infinite beauty of holiness and the infinite damnability of sin.

No sooner does a great man depart, and leave his character as public property, than a crowd of little men rushes towards it. There they are gathered together, blinking up to it with such vision as they have, scanning it from afar, hovering round it this way and that, each cunningly endeavoring, by all arts, to catch some reflex of it in the little mirror of himself.

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

Unity, agreement, is always silent or soft-voiced; it is only discord that loudly proclaims itself.