The same quickness which makes a mind buoyant in gladness often makes it gentlest and most sympathetic in sorrow.
A ship is a beauty and a mystery wherever we see it.
The human heart yearns for the beautiful in all ranks of life. The beautiful things that God makes are His gift to all alike. I know there are many of the poor who have fine feeling and a keen sense of the beautiful, which rusts out and dies because they are too hard pressed to procure it any gratification.
After all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful, ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it? Who knows all its awful perhapses,--those shudderings and tremblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity?
Midnight,--strange mystic hour,--when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin.
The beautiful must ever rest in the arms of the sublime. The gentle needs the strong to sustain it, as much as the rock-flowers need rocks to grow on, or the ivy the rugged wall which it embraces.
the temperaments of children are often as oddly unsuited to parents as if capricious fairies had been filling cradles with changelings.
I b'lieve in religion, and one of these days, when I've got matters tight and snug, I calculates to tend to my soul.
The number of those men who know how to use wholly irresponsible power humanely and generously is small. Everybody knows this, and the slave knows it best of all.
There is a great life-giving, warming power called Love, which exists in human hearts dumb and unseen, but which has no real life, no warming power, till set free by expression.
Come down here once, and use your eyes, and you will know more than we can teach you.
No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man.
Religion! Is what you hear at church religion? Is that which can bend and turn, and descend and ascend, to fit every crooked phase of selfish, worldly society, religion?
Great as the planning were for the dinner, the lot was so contrived that not a soul in the house be supposed to be kept from the break of day ceremony of Blessing in the church.
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