... we are most of us brought up in the notion that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the beings who would suffer the wrong.

So deeply inherent is it in this life of ours that men have to suffer for each other's sins, so inevitably diffusive is human suffering, that even justice makes its victims, and we can conceive no retribution that does not spread beyond its mark in pulsations of unmerited pain.

One soweth and another reapeth is a verity that applies to evil as well as good.

Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries.

It is not true that a man's intellectual power is, like the strength of a timber beam, to be measured by its weakest point.

Might, could, would - they are contemptible auxiliaries.

A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of a native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship for the face of earth, for the labors men go forth to, for the sounds and accents that haunt it, for whatever will give that early home a familiar, unmistakable difference amidst the future widening of knowledge.