We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke strops our vice.

I have great faith in a seed.

Truth is always in harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to reveal the justice that may consist with wrong-doing.

Our molting season, like that of the fouls, must be a crisis in our lives.

As they say in geology, time never fails, there is always enough of it, so I may say, criticism never fails.

In solitude especialy do we begin to appreciate the advantage of living with someone who can think.

In ancient days the Pythagoreans were used to change names with each other,--fancying that each would share the virtues they admired in the other.