Death tugs at my ear and says, 'Live. I am coming.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

It is the province of knowledge to speak, and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.

A goose flies by a chart which the Royal Geographical Society could not mend.

To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

The truth is that the whole system of beliefs which comes in with the story of the fall of man ... is gently falling out of enlightened human intelligence.