By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.

Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.

Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.

What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.