But the past is passed; why moralize upon it? Forget it. See, yon bright son has forgotten it all, and the blue sea, and the blue sky; these have turned over new leaves. Because they have no memory . . . because they are not human.

Out of the trunk, the branches grow; out of them, the twigs. So, in productive subjects, grow the chapters.

Our institutions have a potent digestion, and may in time convert and assimilate to good all elements thrown in, however originally alien.

The entire merit of a man can never be made known; nor the sum of his demerits, if he have them. We are only known by our names; as letters sealed up, we but read each other's superscriptions.

In our own hearts, we mold the whole world's hereafters; and in our own hearts we fashion our own gods.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.

Can it be, that the Greek grammarians invented their dual number for the particular benefit of twins?