The question is whether [suicide] is the way out, or the way in.
The household is a school of power. There, within the door, learn the tragi-comedy of human life.
A divine person is the prophecy of the mind; a friend is the hope of the heart.
It seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on your memory alone, scarcely even in acts of pure memory, but to bring the past for judgment into the thousand-eyed present, and live ever in a new day.
One more fagot of these adamantine bandages is the new science of Statistics.
Our globe discovers its bidden virtues, not only in heroes and arch-angels, but in gossips and nurses.