Bu is a word that cools many a warm impulse, stifles many a kindly thought, puts a dead stop to many a brotherly deed. No one would ever love his neighbor as himself if he listened to all the Buts that could be said.

Revolutions are not made with rosewater.

Science is an ocean. It is as open to the cockboat as the frigate. One man carries across it a freightage of ingots, another may fish there for herrings.

Our ideas, like orange-plants, spread out in proportion to the size of the box which imprisons the roots.

To judge human character rightly, a man may sometimes have very small experience, provided he has a very large heart.

When the soul communes with itself the lip is silent.

The circle of life is cut up into segments. All lines are equal if they are drawn from the centre and touch the circumference.