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

Life may be given in many ways, and loyalty to truth be sealed as bravely in the closet as the field.

Great truths are portions of the soul of man; Great souls are portions of eternity.

These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.

Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.

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

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