“Ah! two desires toss about The poet’s feverish blood; One drives him to the world without, And one to solitude.”

Conduct is three-fourths of our life and its largest concern.

Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask. Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.

Culture is both an intellectual phenomenon and a moral one

Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!

I knew the mass of men conceal’d Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal’d They would by other men be met With blank indifference.

The eternal not ourselves that makes for righteousness.

Who hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.

Time, so complain’d of, Who to no one man Shows partiality, Brings round to all men Some undimm’d hours.

The bent of our time is towards science, towards knowing things as they are.

Life is the application of noble and profound ideas to life.

Culture, then, is a study of perfection, and perfection which insists on becoming something rather than in having something, in an inward condition of the mind and spirit, not in an outward set of circumstances.

To thee only God granted A heart ever new: To all always open; To all always true.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world.

Greatness is a spiritual condition worthy to excite love, interest, and admiration; and the outward proof of possessing greatness is that we excite love, interest, and admiration.

All the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science.