The intellect has only one failing, which, to be sure, is a very considerable one. It has no conscience.

The only conclusive evidence of a man's sincerity is that he gives himself for a principle. Words, money, all things else, are comparatively easy to give away; but when a man makes a gift of his daily life and practice, it is plain that the truth, whatever it may be, has taken possession of him.

Life is constantly weighing us in very sensitive scales, and telling every one of us precisely what his real weight is to the last grain of dust.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.

Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!