As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.

How can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star?

The food that memory gives to eat is bitter to the taste, and it is only with the teeth of hope that we can bear to bite it.

There are things and there are faces which, when felt or seen for the first time, stamp themselves upon the mind like a sun image on a sensitized plate and there remain unalterably fixed.

Wealth is good, and if it comes our way we will take it; but a gentleman does not sell himself for wealth.

Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go.

Think then what it is to live on here eternally and yet be human; toage in soul and see our beloved die and pass to lands whither we maynot hope to follow; to wait while drop by drop the curse of the longcenturies falls upon our imperishable being, like water slow drippingon a diamond that it cannot wear, till they be born anew forgetful ofus, and again sink from our helpless arms into the void unknowable.