What we call conscience in many instances, is only a wholesome fear of the law.

The nearest approximation to an understanding of life is to feel it--to realize it to the full--to be a profound and inscrutable mystery.

Some one called Sir Richard Steele the "vilest of mankind," and he retorted with proud humility, "It would be a glorious world if I were.

It is the nature of thought to find its way into action.

Tis but a short journey across the isthmus of Now.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.