The Soul Gives Unity To What It

Terror Itself, When Once Grown Transcendental, Becomes A Kind Of Courage; As Frost Sufficiently Intense, According To The Poet Milton, Will Burn.

A Man--be The Heavens Ever Praised!--is Sufficient For Himself.

Who Is There That, In Logical Words, Can Express The Effect Music Has On Us?

The Past Is All Holy To Us; The Dead Are All Holy; Even They That Were Wicked When Alive.

Philosophy Dwells Aloft In The Temple Of Science, The Divinity Of Its Inmost Shrine; Her Dictates Descend Among Men, But She Herself Descends Not : Whoso Would Behold Her Must Climb With Long And Laborious Effort, Nay, Still Linger In The Forecourt, Till Manifold Trial Have Proved Him Worthy Of Admission Into The Interior Solemnities.