When life has been well spent, age is a loss of what it can well spare,--muscular strength, organic instincts, gross bulk, and works that belong to these. But the central wisdom, which was old in infancy, is young in fourscore years, and dropping off obstructions, leaves in happy subjects the mind purified and wise.

Is the parent better than the child into whom he has cast his ripened being? Whence, then, this worship of the past?

The population of the world is a conditional population; these are not the best, but the best that could live in the existing state of soils, gases, animals, and morals: the best that could yet live; there shall be a better, please God.

In the last analysis, love is only the reflection of a man's own worthiness from other men.

Life is not measured by its length, but by its depth.

Every thought which genius and piety throw into the world alters the world.

Things refuse to be mismanaged for long.