We must not inquire too curiously into motives. they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

In high vengeance there is noble scorn.

A peasant can no more help believing in a traditional superstition than a horse can help trembling when be sees a camel.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

There are men whose presence infuses trust and reverence.

Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.