History, we know, is apt to repeat itself.
... one always believes one's own town to be more stupid than any other.
The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
... it is because sympathy is but a living again through our own past in a new form, that confession often prompts a response of confession.
I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
Plainness has its peculiar temptations and vices quite as much as beauty.