"Abroad," that large home of ruined reputations.

No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.

If we only look far enough off for the consequence of our actions, we can always find some point in the combination of results by which those actions can be justified: by adopting the point of view of a Providence who arranges results, or of a philosopher who traces them, we shall find it possible to obtain perfect complacency in choosing to do what is most agreeable to us in the present moment.

I think what we call the dullness of things is a disease in ourselves. Else how could anyone find an intense interest in life? And many do.

A good solid bit of work lasts.

After all, the true seeing is within.

There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.