Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

It is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others, how patient of overpraise of themselves; and yet the one does them no injury, while the other may be their ruin.

Many-sidedness of culture makes our vision clearer and keener in particulars.

A great part of human suffering has its root in the nature of man, and not in that of his institutions.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?

Fate loves the fearless.