- In books lies the soul of the whole past time.
- No man who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether irreclaimably bad.
- Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the Infinite.
- The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb, for we have no word to speak about it.
- I don't pretend to understand the Universe--it's a great deal bigger than I am.