Many a man has risen to eminence under the powerful reaction of his mind in fierce counter-agency to the scorn of the unworthy, daily evoked by his personal defects, who with a handsome person would have sunk into the luxury of a careless life under the tranquillizing smiles of continual admiration.

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

All that is literature seeks to communicate power

Grief even in a child hates the light and shrinks from human eyes.

No progressive knowledge will ever medicine that dread misgiving of a mysterious and pathless power given to words of a certain import.

All parts of knowledge have their origin in metaphysics, and finally, perhaps, revolve into it.

The peace of nature and of the innocent creatures of god seems to be secure and deep, only so long as the presence of man and his restless and unquiet spirit are not there to trouble its sanctity.