We fetch fire and water, run about all day among the shops and markets, and get our clothes and shoes made and mended, and are thevictims of these details, and once in a fortnight we arrive perhaps at a rational moment.

Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.

A great licentiousness treads on the heels of a reformation.

[Gratitude is] the cheerfulness of wisdom.

A moment is a concentrated eternity.

Who heeds the waste abyss of possibility? The ocean is everywhere the same, but it has no character until seen with the shore or the ship.

Generalization is always a new influx of divinity into the mind. Hence the thrill that attends it.