The history of persecution is a history of endeavors to cheat nature, to make water run up hill, to twist a rope of sand.

When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless.

The street is full of humiliations to the proud.

A low self-love in the parent desires that his child should repeat his character and fortune.

When a man says to me, "I have the intensest love of nature," at once I know that he has none.

When a man thinks happily, he finds no foot-track in the field he traverses. All spontaneous thought is irrespective of all else.

There is a kind of latent omniscience, not only in every man, but in every particle.