True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.

And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.

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

There are two kinds of genius. The first and highest may be said to speak out of the eternal to the present, and must compel its age to understand it; the second understands its age, and tells it what it wishes to be told.

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

The story of any one man's real experience finds its startling parallel in that of every one of us.