Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

To fear the examination of any proposition apears to me an intellectual and a moral palsy that will ever hinder the firm grasping of any substance whatever.

A man vows, and yet will not east away the means of breaking his vow. Is it that he distinctly means to break it? Not at all; but the desires which tend to break it are at work in him dimly, and make their way into his imagination, and relax his muscles in the very moments when he is telling himself over again the reasons for his vow.

Wine and the sun will make vinegar without any shouting to help them.

There are new eras in one's life that are equivalent to youth-are something better than youth.

It is necessary to me, not simply to be but to utter, and I require utterance of my friends.

Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand.