That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.

Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

We cannot but think there is something like a fallacy in Mr. Buckle's theory that the advance of mankind is necessarily in the direction of science, and not in that of morals.

A man is old when he can pass an apple orchard and not remember the stomachache.

To be young is surely the best, if the most precarious, gift of life.

No sincere desire of doing good need make an enemy of a single human being; that philanthropy has surely a flaw in it which cannot sympathize with the oppressor equally as with the oppressed.

Wealth may be an excellent thing, for it means power, and it means leisure, it means liberty.