I am ashamed to see what a shallow village tale our so-called History is. How many times must we say Rome, and Paris, and Constantinople! What does Rome know of rat and lizard? What are Olympiads and Consulates to these neighboring systems of being? Nay, what food or experience or succor have they for the Esquimaux seal-hunter, or the Kanaka in his canoe, for the fisherman, the stevedore, the porter?

So much of our time is spent in preparation, so much in routine, and so much in retrospect, that the amount of each person's genius is confined to a very few hours.

The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.

The quality of the imagination is to flow and not to freeze.

The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.

The powers of the Soul are commensurate with its needs.

A philosopher must be more than a philosopher.