In the end we are all separate: our stories, no matter how similar, come to a fork and diverge. We are drawn to each other because of our similarities, but it is our differences we must learn to respect.

The history of science is science itself; the history of the individual, the individual.

We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created.

Care is taken that trees do not grow into the sky.

The day is committed to error and floundering; success and achievement are matters of long range.

Your messages I hear, but faith has not been given; The dearest child of Faith is Miracle.

Faith is a homely, private capital; as there are public savings-banks and poor funds, out of which in times of want we can relieve the necessities of individuals, so here the faithful take their coin in peace.