I'm proof against that word failure. I've seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.

There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

Alas! the scientific conscience had got into the debasing company of money obligation and selfish respects.

It is better sometimes not to follow great reformers of abuses beyond the threshold of their homes.

If we use common words on a great occasion, they are the more striking, because they are felt at once to have a particular meaning, like old banners, or everyday clothes, hung up in a sacred place.

With a single drop of ink for a mirror, the Egyptian sorcerer undertakes to reveal to any chance comer far-reaching visions of the past. This is what I undertake to do for you, reader.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.