Life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a predicament.

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

Love, whether sexual, parental, or fraternal, is essentially sacrificial, and prompts a man to give his life for his friends.

Experience has repeatedly confirmed that well-known maxim of Bacon's that 'a little philosophy inclineth a man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion.' At the same time, when Bacon penned that sage epigram... he forgot to add that the God to whom depth in philosophy brings back men's minds is far from being the same from whom a little philosophy estranges them.

A friend's only gift is himself.

Nothing can be meaner than the anxiety to live on, to live on anyhow and in any shape.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.