The test of civilization is the power of drawing the most benefit out of cities.

The masses have no habit of self-reliance or original action.

The walls of rude minds are scrawled all over with facts, with thoughts. They shall one day bring a lantern and read the inscriptions.

Why should I hasten to solve every riddle which life offers me? I am well assured that the Questioner, who brings me so many problems, will bring me the answers also, in due time.

With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall.

Consideration is the soil in which wisdom may be expected to grow, and strength be given to every up-springing plant of duty.

Only that mind draws me which I cannot read.