There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Expenditure--like ugliness and errors--becomes a totally new thing when we attach our own personality to it, and measure it by that wide difference which is manifest (in our own sensations) between ourselves and others.

Science is properly more scrupulous than dogma. Dogma gives a charter to mistake, but the very breath of science is a contest with mistake, and must keep the conscience alive.

For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.

Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without us; there have been many circulation of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud.

Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.