Let a man learn to look for the permanent in the mutable and fleeting; let him learn to bear the disappearance of things he was wont to reverence; without losing his reverence; let him learn that he is here, not to work, but to be worked upon; and that, though abyss open under abyss, and opinion displace opinion, all are at last contained in the Eternal Cause.

Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of solitaire. It is a grand passion. It seizes a person whole and once it has done so, he/she will have to accept that his life will be radically changed.

The proof of a high education is the ability to speak about complex matters as simply as possible.

Homeopathy is insignificant as an act of healing, but of great value as criticism on the hygeia or medical practice of the time.

It has been the office of art to educate the perception of beauty. We are immersed in beauty but our eyes have no clear vision.

A third felicity of age is that it has found expression. The youth suffers not only from ungratified desires, but from powers untried, and from a picture in his mind of a career which has as yet no outward reality. He is tormented with the want of correspondence between things and thoughts.

Our opinions of the world, are confessions of character.