It is well for us that we are born babies in intellect. Could we understand half what mothers say and do to their infants, we should be filled with a conceit of our own importance, which would render us insupportable through life. Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.

When we skim along the surface of history we see little but the rough barren rocks that rise out of it.

Seeking is not always the way to find.

Many men spend their lives in gazing at their own shadows, and so dwindle away into shadows thereof.

Much of this world's wisdom is still acquired by necromancy,--by consulting the oracular dead.

The grand difficulty is to feel the reality of both worlds, so as to give each its due place in our thoughts and feelings, to keep our mind's eye and our heart's eye ever fixed on the land of promise, without looking away from the road along which we are to travel toward it.

Life is the hyphen between matter and spirit.