For only by unlearning Wisdom comes.

It seems to me that the bane of our country is a profession of faith either with no basis of real belief, or with no proper examination of the grounds on which the creed is supposed to rest.

The idol is the measure of the worshipper.

AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

The greater your real strength and power, the quieter it will be exercised.

Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.