I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one's mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.

We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.

Shall we, because we walk on our hind feet, assume to ourselves only the privilege of imperishability?

Selfish— a judgment readily passed by those who have never tested their own power of sacrifice.

To most mortals there is a stupidity which is unendurable and a stupidity which is altogether acceptable - else, indeed, what would become of social bonds?

No man is matriculated to the art of life till he has been well tempted.

What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity.