To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.

What you see, yet can not see over, is as good as infinite.

It is meritorious to insist on forms; religion and all else naturally clothes itself in forms. Everywhere the formed world is the only habitable one.

When the oak-tree is felled, the whole forest echoes with it; but a hundred acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the Infinite.

Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.

Then fly betimes, for only they / Conquer Love that run away.

The man who cannot laugh is not only fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; but his whole life is already a treason and a stratagem.

For all right judgment of any man or thing it is useful, nay, essential, to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad.

It is the heart always that sees, before the head can see.