That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!