Whoso does not see that genuine life is a battle and a march has poorly read his origin and his destiny.

There have always been a large class of thinkers who deny that the world makes any progress. They say we move in a circle; that evils are never conquered, but only change their forms.

An effort made for the happiness of others lifts above ourselves.

Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father.

The old men gazed on them in their loveliness, and turned away with that deep and painful sigh, which the gladness of childhood, and thetransient beauty of youth, are so apt to awaken in the bosom of the aged.

Even if nothing worse than wasted mental effort could be laid to the charge of theology, that alone ought to be sufficient to banish it from the earth, as one of the worst enemies of mankind.

No music is so pleasant to my ears as that word-father.