The greater part of the world's troubles are due to questions of grammar.

Is it not a noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe serves for a theatre?

No man is a hero to his own valet.

No spiritual mind remains within itself; it is always aspiring and going beyond its own strength.

Even in the midst of compassion we feel within I know not what tart sweet titillation of malicious pleasure in seeing others suffer; children have the same feeling.

How often, being moved under a false cause, if the person offending makes a good defense and presents us with a just excuse, are we angry against truth and innocence itself?

It is easier to sacrifice great than little things.