We cannot reform our forefathers.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.

I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now; everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know.

Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not walk with his head hindmost, when what you need to know is the play of inward stimulus that sends him hither and thither in a network of possible paths?

Your dunce who can't do his sums always has a taste for the infinite.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

There is nothing I should care more to do, if it were possible, than to rouse the imagination of men and women to a vision of human claims in those races of their fellow-men who most differ from them in customs and beliefs.