Beautiful it is, and a gleam from the same eternal pole-star visible amid the destinies of men, that all talent, all intellect, is in the first plane moral. What a world were this otherwise!

Lives the man that can figure a naked Duke of Windlestraw addressing a naked House of Lords?

If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.

Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.

History is a great dust heap.

Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.

Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of man you are.