My joy in friends, those sacred people, is my consolation.

Artists must be sacrificed to their art.

Friendship requires more time than poor busy men can usually command.

No member of a crew is praised for the rugged individuality of his rowing.

Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding.

There are no fixtures in nature. The universe is fluid and volatile. Permanence is but a word of degrees.

The city is always recruited from the country. The men in cities who are the centres of energy, the driving-wheels of trade, politics or practical arts, and the women of beauty and genius, are the children or grandchildren of farmers, and are spending the energies which their fathers' hardy, silent life accumulated in frosty furrows in poverty, necessity and darkness.