Intuition without reason is the fertile mother of blunders and wrongs.

Truth is the one thing in nature always consistent with itself, and it is the one guide given to us in steering on the ocean of fate.

Intuition without reason is the fertile mother of blunders and wrongs.

Vanity is apt to inspire contempt, but that becomes immediately tempered by a gentler and more gracious feeling; for the vain man desires to win our approbation, and in this way he flatters us.

Every anxiety is a mild form of premonition, and from that point the shade deepens till we get the forebodings and hauntings that merge into lunacy.

Hate engenders hate. Hate spreads to nations, and from this cause we have devastating wars. In the contemplation of these wars and their origins there is something humiliating to our human race. No Hymn of Hate can ever be a paean of humanity.

Intuition is the soul within the soul.