The deepest, the only theme of human history, compared to which all others are of subordinate importance, is the conflict of skepticism with faith.

Whatever we may say against collections, which present authors in a disjointed form, they nevertheless bring about many excellent results. We are not always so composed, so full of wisdom, that we are able to take in at once the whole scope of a work according to its merits. Do we not mark in a book passages which seem to have a direct reference to ourselves? Young people especially, who have failed in acquiring a complete cultivation of mind, are roused in a praiseworthy way by brilliant passages.

There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action.

If we are out of synch with ourselves, everything is out of synch for us.

A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!

Everyone is deceived in his hopes, cheated in his expectations.

Our modern wars make many unhappy while they last and none happy when they are over.