We steal if we touch tomorrow. It is God's.

The mystery of history is an insoluble problem.

The moment an ill can be patiently handled, it is disarmed of its poison, though not of its pain.

You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

A library is but the soul's burying ground. It is a land of shadows.

THERE are joys which long to be ours.