Reason in my philosophy is only a harmony among irrational impulses.

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.

Theory helps us to bear our ignorance of facts.

Nothing so much enhances a good as to make sacrifices for it.

Half our standards come from our first masters, and the other half from our first loves.

Plasticity loves new moulds because it can fill them, but for a man of sluggish mind and bad manners there is decidedly no place like home.

Columbus found a world, and had no chart save one that Faith deciphered in the skies.