The highest condition of art is artlessness.
How many fine thoughts has every man had! How few fine thoughts are expressed!
Every child begins the world again.
If I have unjustly wrested a plank from a drowning man, I must restore it to him though I drown myself.
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.
How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.