as I get older there is nothing more constantly astonishing to me than the goodness of the Bad; - unless it is the badness of the Good.
When one promise jostles another, one of 'em isn't a promise.
conceit is the devil's horse, and reformers generally ride it when they are in a hurry.
there couldn't be war, unless lies were believed. War has to be nourished by lies.
Habit does much to reconcile us to unpleasantness.
Age, per se, may claim tenderness and pity, but not respect; that only comes when the years have brought humanity and wisdom and the experience that worketh hope.