Only so much of life do I know as I have lived.

The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven depending on whether they compare it to something better and so feel disappointed and bitter or something worse and so feel relieved and grateful.

For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?

Our statute is a currency which we stamp with our own portrait.

There is a tendency for things to right themselves.

Between cultivated minds the first interview is the best.