There is a law of neutralization of forces, which hinders bodies from sinking beyond a certain depth in the sea; but in the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.

Idleness induces caprice.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.

The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmured longing of the wood.