Genius at first is little more than a great capacity for receiving discipline.

Surely it is not true blessedness to be free of sorrow while there is sorrow and sin in the world. Sorrow is a part of love and love does not seek to throw it off.

Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.

The best happiness will be to escape the worst misery.

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.

Our vanities differ as our noses do: all conceit is not the same conceit, but varies in correspondence with the minutiae of mental make in which one of us differs from another.

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.