The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.

A doctrine of endurance flows easily from our lips when we are enduring jam and our neighbors dry bread, and it is still possible for us to become resigned to the afflictions of our brother.

idealism, that gaudy coloring matter of passion, fades when it is brought beneath the trenchant white light of knowledge. Ideals, like mountains, are best at a distance.

In her single person she managed to produce the effect of a majority.

To a thrifty theologian, bent on redemption with economy, there are few points of ethics too fine-spun for splitting.

To seize the flying thought before it escapes us is our only touch with reality.

Conscience represents a fetich to which good people sacrifice their own happiness, bad people their neighbors'.