One more fagot of these adamantine bandages is the new science of Statistics.

The laws of each are convertible into the laws of any other.

Flowers are the earth laughing.

Some of the sweetest hours in life, in retrospect will be found to have been spent with books.

It is so wonderful to our neurologists that a man can see without his eyes, that it does not occur to them that is just as wonderful that he should see with them; and that is ever the difference between the wise and the unwise: the latter wonders at what is unusual, the wise man wonders at the usual.

A man is not to aim at innocence, any more than he is to aim at hair, but he is to keep it.

Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love.