One soweth and another reapeth is a verity that applies to evil as well as good.

Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.

So deeply inherent is it in this life of ours that men have to suffer for each other's sins, so inevitably diffusive is human suffering, that even justice makes its victims, and we can conceive no retribution that does not spread beyond its mark in pulsations of unmerited pain.

We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.

Errors look so very ugly in persons of small means -one feels they are taking quite a liberty in going astray; whereas people of fortune may naturally indulge in a few delinquencies.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

We are not apt to fear for the fearless, when we are companions in their danger.