This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

Oblivion is full of people who allow the opinions of others to overrule their belief in themselves.

In politics people throw themselves, as on a sickbed, from one side to the other in the belief they will lie more comfortably.

Alas! how much there is in education, and in our social institutions, to prepare us and our children for insanity.

Moral epochs have their course as well as the seasons. We can no more hold them fast than we can hold sun, moon, and stars. Our faults perpetually return upon us; and herein lies the subtlest difficulty of self-knowledge.

There are three classes of readers; some enjoy without judgment; others judge without enjoyment; and some there are who judge while they enjoy, and enjoy while they judge. The latter class reproduces the work of art on which it is engaged. Its numbers are very small.

To be active is the primary vocation of man.