We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.
It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness - calling their denial knowledge.
Upon my word, I think the truth is the hardest missile one can be pelted with.
Animals are such agreeable friends.
In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.
The tendency toward good in human nature has a force which no creed can utterly counteract, and which insures the ultimate triumph of that tendency over all dogmatic perversions.