Injustice is a sixth sense, and rouses all the others.

... trouble of all kinds is voluble, and has plenty of words, but happiness was never written down.

Whatever the scientists may say, if we take the supernatural out of life, we leave only the unnatural.

when we leave society and come into the presence of Nature, we become children again; and the fictions of thought and action assumed among men drop off like a garment.

... money trials are not the hardest, and somehow or other, they are always overcome.

It is not that we have a soul, we are a soul.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.