Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . . .

Times of heroism are generally times of terror, but the day never shines in which this element may not work.

Our prejudices are our robbers, they rob us valuable things in life. People only see what they are prepared to see.

We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.

Every day, a little sadder, a little madder. Will someone get me a ladder?

There is health in table talk and nursery play. We must wear old shoes and have aunts and cousins.

There is no doctrine of the Reason which will bear to be taught by the Understanding.