At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; the winds will rock it, the birds will sing to it all summer long, but the next season it will unfold and go alone.
Love is more just than justice.
Defeat is a school in which truth always grows strong.
Everyone has conscience enough to hate; few have religion enough to love.
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
It is one of the worst effects of prosperity to make a man a vortex instead of a fountain; so that, instead of throwing out, he learns only to draw in.