You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

The chief wonder of education is that it does not ruin everybody concerned in it, teachers and taught.

Teachers affect eternity; no one can tell where their influence stops.

Morality is a private and costly luxury.

American politics is a struggle, not of men but of forces. The men become every year more and more creatures of force, massed about central power houses.

History is a tangled skein that one may take up at any point, and break when one has unravelled enough.

A new friend is always a miracle, but at thirty-three years old, such a bird of paradise rising in the sage-brush was an avatar. One friend in a lifetime is much; two are many; three are hardly