If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new. We are told that the oldest inhabitants in Peru do not cease to be agitated by the earthquakes, but they probably see beyond each shock, and reflect that there are plenty more to come.

As to memory, it is known that this frail faculty naturally lets drop the facts which are less flattering to our self-love - when it does not retain them carefully as subjects not to be approached, marshy spots with a warning flag over them.

It is not true that love makes all things easy; it makes us choose what is difficult.

The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to reverence.

The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite outline of our ignorance.

So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.

I think there are stores laid up in our human nature that our understandings can make no complete inventory of.