It is one thing to see your road, another to cut it.

Life is very difficult. It seems right to me sometimes that we should follow our strongest feelings; but then such feelings continually come across the ties that all our former life has made for us,--the ties that have made others dependent on us,--and would cut them in two.

The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.

When what is good comes of age, and is likely to live, there is reason for rejoicing.

We must not inquire too curiously into motives. they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.

... one's own faults are always a heavy chain to drag through life and one can't help groaning under the weight now and then.

The poverty of our imagination is no measure of say the world's resources. Our posterity will no doubt get fuel in ways that we are unable to devise for them.