... the fallibility of human brains is in nothing more obvious than in proof reading.

History, we know, is apt to repeat itself.

A picture of human life such as a great artist can give, surprises even the trivial and the selfish into that attention to what is apart from themselves, which may be called the raw material of moral sentiment.

The most solid comfort one can fall back upon is the thought that the business of one's life is to help in some small way to reduce the sum of ignorance, degradation and misery on the face of this beautiful earth.

Unhappily the habit of being offensive 'without meaning it' leads usually to a way of making amends which the injured person cannot but regard as a being amiable without meaning it.

Loquacity with tongue or pen is its own reward -- or, punishment.

Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it.