I have found it a singular luxury to talk across the pond to a companion on the opposite side.

You cannot hear music and noise at the same time.

Christianity only hopes. It has hung its harp on the willows, and cannot sing a song in a strange land. It has dreamed a sad dream, and does not yet welcome the morning with joy. The mother tells her falsehoods to her child, but, thank heaven, the child does not grow up in its parent's shadow. Our mother's faith has not grown with her experience. Her experience has been too much for her. The lesson of life was too hard for her to learn.

Philosophy, certainly, is some account of truths the fragments and very insignificant parts of which man will practice in this workshop; truths infinite and in harmony with infinity, in respect to which the very objects and ends of the so-called practical philosopher will be mere propositions, like the rest.

A man who has to go to the village to get the news hasn't heard from himself in a long time.

How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.

The cost of a thing is something called life which is given in exchange for it.