I hold it a blasphemy to say that a man ought not to fight against authority: there is no great religion and no great freedom that has not done it, in the beginning.

Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

Your dunce who can't do his sums always has a taste for the infinite.

To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives, is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honey-moon in Eden, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the wilderness. It is still the beginning of the home epic - the gradual conquest or irremediable loss of that complete union which make the advancing years a climax, and age the harvest of sweet memories in common.

Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.