There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

Evil is a far more cunning and persevering propagandist than good, for it has no inward strength, and is driven to seek countenance and sympathy.

To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.

Old events have modern meanings; only that survives of past history which finds kindred in all hearts and lives.

Light is the symbol of truth.

History is clarified experience.