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!

We have not read an author till we have seen his object, whatever it may be, as he saw it.

There is a majesty and mystery in nature, take her as you will. The essence of poetry comes breathing to a mind that feels from every province of her empire.

It is not honest inquiry that makes anarchy; but it is error, insincerity, half belief and untruth that make it.

Imperfection clings to a person, and if they wait till they are brushed off entirely, they would spin for ever on their axis, advancing nowhere.

The grand result of schooling is a mind with just vision to discern, with free force to do: the grand schoolmaster is Practice.

A man ought to inquire and find out what he really and truly has an appetite for; what suits his constitution; and that, doctors tell him, is the very thing he ought to have in general. And so with books.