Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.

Is there no hope? the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.

The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.

Whenever we encounter the Infinite in man, however imperfectly understood, we treat it with respect. Whether in the synagogue, the mosque, the pagoda, or the wigwam, there is a hideous aspect which we execrate and a sublime aspect which we venerate. So great a subject for spiritual contemplation, such measureless dreaming -- the echo of God on the human wall!

Every man has three characters - that which he exhibits, that which he has, and that which he thinks he has.

The wise man does not grow old, but ripens.