We cannot hope to scale great moral heights by ignoring petty obligations.
The least practical of us have some petty thrift dear to our hearts, some one direction in which we love to scrimp.
The soul begins to travel when the child begins to think.
Woman is quick to revere genius, but in her secret soul she seldom loves it.
If history in the making be a fluid thing, it swiftly crystallizes.
The delusions of the past seem fond and foolish. The delusions of the present seem subtle and sane.