As widowers proverbially marry again, so a man with the habit of friendship always finds new friends.
Sanctity and genius are as rebellious as vice.
To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.
What brings enlightenment is experience, in the sad sense of this word--the pressure of hard facts and unintelligible troubles, making a man rub his eyes in his waking dream, and put two and two together. Enlightenment is cold water.
Nothing so much enhances a good as to make sacrifices for it.
It is war that wastes a nations wealth, chokes its industries, kills its flower, narrows its sympathies, condemns it to be governed by adventurers, and leaves the puny, deformed, and unmanly to breed the next generation.