Don't judge a book by its cover

... indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable.

I love words; they are the quoits, the bows, the staves that furnish the gymnasium of the mind.

All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!

It is well known to all experienced minds that our firmest convictions are often dependent on subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.

The presence of a noble nature, generous in its wishes, ardent in its charity, changes the lights for us: we begin to see things again in their larger, quieter masses, and to believe that we too can be seen and judged in the wholeness of our character.