And certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.

The idea of duty--that recognition of something to be lived for beyond the mere satisfaction of self--is to the moral life what the addition of a great central ganglion is to animal life.

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.

I would not creep along the coast but steer Out in mid-sea, by guidance of the stars.

An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.

Alas! the scientific conscience had got into the debasing company of money obligation and selfish respects.

It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self.