There's folks 'ud stand on their heads and then say the fault was i' their boots.
Nature repairs her ravages,--repairs them with her sunshine and with human labor.
One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
I love words; they are the quoits, the bows, the staves that furnish the gymnasium of the mind.
... we are most of us brought up in the notion that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the beings who would suffer the wrong.
Science is properly more scrupulous than dogma. Dogma gives a charter to mistake, but the very breath of science is a contest with mistake, and must keep the conscience alive.