Man is, and was always, a block-head and dullard; much readier to feel and digest, than to think and consider.
To the vulgar eye, few things are wonderful that are not distant.
It is part of my creed that the only poetry is history, could we tell it right.
Feel it in thy heart and then say whether it is of God!
A man should be encouraged to do what the Maker of him has intended by the making of him, according as the gifts have been bestowed on him for that purpose.
There is something in man which your science cannot satisfy.
I should say sincerity, a deep, great, genuine sincerity, is the first characteristic of all men in any way heroic.
The world is an old woman, and mistakes any gilt farthing for a gold coin; whereby being often cheated, she will thenceforth trust nothing but the common copper.
A battle is a terrible conjugation of the verb to kill: I kill, thou killest, he kills, we kill, they kill, all kill.
He that will not work according to his faculty, let him perish according to his necessity: there is no law juster than that.
Once turn to practice, error and truth will no longer consort together.
Does not every true man feel that he is himself made higher by doing reverence to what is really above him?
Speech is too often not the art of concealing thought, but of quite stifling and suspending thought, so that there is none to conceal.
To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.
There is but one temple in this Universe: The Body. We speak to God whenever we lay our hands upon it.
Histories are a kind of distilled newspapers.
Is man’s civilization only a wrappage, through which the savage nature of him can still burst, infernal as ever?
The beginning of all wisdom is to look fixedly on clothes, or even with armed eyesight, till they become transparent.
We have profoundly forgotten everywhere that Cash-payment is not the sole relation of human beings.
A background of wrath, which can be stirred up to the murderous infernal pitch, does lie in every man.