History, we know, is apt to repeat itself.

When the animals entered the Ark in pairs, one may imagine that allied species made much private remark on each other, and were tempted to think that so many forms feeding on the same store of fodder were eminently superfluous, as tending to diminish the rations.

The pride of the body is a barrier against the gifts that purify the soul.

Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.

Everybody liked better to conjecture how the thing was, than simply to know it; for conjecture soon became more confident than knowledge, and had a more liberal allowance for the incompatible.

I like to read about Moses best, in th' Old Testament. He carried a hard business well through, and died when other folks were going to reap the fruits; a man must have courage to look after his life so, and think what'll come f it after he's dead and gone.

But with regard to critical occasions, it often happens that all moments seem comfortably remote until the last.