Every Man Has A Vocation. The Talent

More Than The Diamond Koh-i-noor, Which Glitters Among Their Crown Jewels, They Prize The Dull Pebble Which Is Wiser Than A Man, Whose Poles Turn Themselves To The Poles Of The World, And Whose Axis Is Parallel To The Axis Of The World. Now, Their Toys Are Steam And Galvanism.

Heaven Walks Among Us Ordinarily Muffled In Such Triple Or Tenfold Disguises That The Wisest Are Deceived And No One Suspects The Days To Be Gods.

The Task Ahead Of Us Is Never As Great As The Power Behind Us.

The Virtues Of Society Are The Vices Of The Saints.

The Imagination And The Senses Cannot Be Gratified At The Same Time.