I am struck by the fact that the more slowly trees grow at first, the sounder they are at the core, and I think that the same is true of human beings.

There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect.

Everything that is printed and bound in a book contains some echo at least of the best that is in literature.

There must be the... generating force of Love behind every effort destined to be successful.

This life we live is a strange dream, and I don't believe at all any account men give of it.

This curious world we inhabit is more wonderful than convenient; more beautiful than it is useful; it is more to be admired and enjoyed than used.

How can we remember our ignorance, which our growth requires, when we are using our knowledge all the time?