Monuments are the grappling-irons that bind one generation to another.
He who cannot see the beautiful side is a bad painter, a bad friend, a bad lover; he cannot lift his mind and his heart so high as goodness.
There is an admiration which is the daughter of knowledge.
The idea of the nest in the bird's mind, where does it come from?
Attention is like a narrow mouthed vessel; pour into it what you have to say cautiously, and, as it were, drop by drop.
Fear loves the idea of danger.