The world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor its great scholars great men.

The mind of a bigot to the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts.

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

Every event that a man would master must be mounted on the run, and no man ever caught the reins of a thought except as it galloped past him.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

The very aim and end of our institutions is just this: that we may think what we like and say what we think.

As we grow older we think more and more of old persons and of old things and places. As to old persons, it seems as if we never know how much they have to tell until we are old ourselves and they have been gone twenty or thirty years. Once in a while we come upon some survivor of his or her generation that we have overlooked, and feel as if we had recovered one of the lost books of Livy or fished up the golden candlestick from the ooze of the Tiber.