Reserve is the truest expression of respect towards those who are its objects.

All is finite in the present; and even that finite is infinite in it velocity of flight towards death. But in God there is nothing finite...Upon a night of earthquake he builds a thousand years of pleasant habitations for man. Upon the sorrow of an infant he raises oftentimes from human intellects glorious vintages that could not else have been.

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.

The science of style as an organ of thought, of style in relation to the ideas and feelings, might be called the organology of style.

Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.

Often one's dear friend talks something which one scruples to call rigmarole.

Either the human being must suffer and struggle as the price of a more searching vision, or his gaze must be shallow and without intellectual revelation.