All That We Do Outwardly Is But

[peace] Is The Highest And Most Strenuous Act Of The Soul, But An Entirely Harmonious Act, In Which All Our Powers And Affections Are Blending In A Beautiful Proportion, And Sustain And Perfect One Another. It Is More Than The Silence After Storms. It Is As The Concord Of All Melodious Sounds ... An Alliance Of Love With All Beings, A Sympathy With All That Is Pure And Happy, A Surrender Of Every Separate Will And Interest, A Participation Of The Spirit And Life Of The Universe.... This Is Peace, And The True Happiness Of [humanity].

To Give A Generous Hope To A Man Of His Own Nature, Is To Enrich Him Immeasurably.

All That We Do Outwardly Is But The Expression And Completion Of Our Inward Thought. To Work Effectively, We Must Think Clearly; To Act Nobly, We Must Think Nobly.

I Call That Mind Free Which Protects Itself Against The Usurpations Of Society, And Which Does Not Cower To Human Opinion: Which Refuses To Be The Slave Or Tool Of The Many Or Of The Few, And Guards Its Empire Over Itself As Nobler Than The Empire Of The World.

God Be Thanked For Books; They Are The Voices Of The Distant And The Dead, And Make Us Heirs Of The Spiritual Life Of Past Ages.