Have mountains, and waves, and skies, no significance but what we consciously give them, when we employ them as emblems of our thoughts? - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new and larger circles, and that without end. The extent to which this generation of circles, wheel without wheel, will go, depends on the force or truth of the individual soul.

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight.

Thought is the property of him who can entertain it, and of him who can adequately place it.