Everyone carries his own inch rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.

Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.

If our minds could get hold of one abstract truth, they would be immortal so far as that truth is concerned. My trouble is to find out how we can get hold of the truth at all.

A parent gives life, but as parent, gives no more. A murderer takes life, but his deed stops there. A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.

The work of internal government has become the task of controlling the thousands of fifth-rate men.

Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.

In the one branch he most needed