Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
It is in the nature of foolish reasonings to seem good to the foolish reasoner.
Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.
Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
Those who trust us educate us.
It is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.