The divine gift is ever the instant life, which receives and uses and creates, and can well bury the old in the omnipotency with which Nature decomposes all her harvest for recomposition.

Again, the great number of cultivated men keep each other up to a high standard. The habit of meeting well-read and knowing men teaches the art of omission and selection.

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.

The essence of age is intellect. Wherever that appears, we call it old.

Come out of the azure. Love the day. Do not leave the sky out of your landscape.

That which dominates our imagination and our thoughts will determine our life and character.

All history is biography.