Purpose is what gives life a meaning.

Faith is mind at its best, its bravest, and its fiercest. Faith is thought become poetry, and absorbing into itself the soul’s great, passions. Faith is intellect carried up to its transfigurement.

Sin spoils the spirit’s delicacy, and unwillingness deadens its susceptibility.

A man’s longest purposes will be his best purposes. It is true, life is short and uncertain; but it is better to live on the short arc of a large circle than to describe the whole circumference of a small circle.

Laws of Nature are God’s thoughts thinking themselves out in the orbs and the tides.

There is always the possibility of beauty where there is an unsealed human eye; of music where there is an unstopped human ear; and of inspiration where there is a receptive human spirit.

The man who lives by himself and for himself is likely to be corrupted by the company he keeps.

Faith is the heroism of the intellect.

In a life which has meaning in it, past and future sustain each other.

Curiosity is thought on its entering edge.