Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial distance! What hymning of cancerous vices may we not languish over as sublimest art in the safe remoteness of a strange language and artificial phrase! Yet we keep a repugnance to rheumatism and other painful effects when presented in our personal experience.

That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own wrong-doing.

Power of generalizing gives men so much the superiority in mistake over the dumb animals.

Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.

Those who trust us educate us.

Your dunce who can't do his sums always has a taste for the infinite.

To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.