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

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

To educate the intelligence is to expand the horizon of its wants and desires.

With every step of the recent traveler our inheritance of the wonderful is diminished. Those beautiful pictured notes of the possible are redeemed at a ruinous discount in the hard coin of the actual.

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.

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

Piety is indifferent whether she enters at the eye or at the ear. There is none of the senses at which she does not knock one day or other. The Puritans forgot this, and thrust Beauty out of the meeting-house and slammed the door in her face.