Is not every action of Hamlet induced by a fanatical impulse, which tells him that duty consists in revenge alone? And dose it need superhuman efforts to recognize that revenge never can be duty? I say again that Hamlet thinks much, but that he is by no means wise.

At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.

We can never judge a soul above the high water mark of our own.

Happiness is rarely absent; it is we that know not of its presence.

He who sees without loving is only straining his eyes in the darkness.

If you love yourself meanly, childishly, timidly, even so shall you love your neighbor.

At every crossway on the path that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past. Let us have no fear that the fair towers of former days be sufficiently defended. The least that the most timid among us can do is not to add to the immense dead weight that nature drags along.