When the soul is just liberated from the wretched giant's bed of dogmas on which it has been racked and stretched ever since it began to think, there is a feeling of exultation and strong hope.

But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.

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

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

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.

What people do who go into politics I can't think; it drives me almost mad to see mismanagement over only a few hundred acres.