It is so wonderful to our neurologists that a man can see without his eyes, that it does not occur to them that is just as wonderful that he should see with them; and that is ever the difference between the wise and the unwise: the latter wonders at what is unusual, the wise man wonders at the usual.

Tis good-will makes intelligence.

Let us take our bloated nothingness out of the path of the divine circuits.

Shallow men believe in luck.

There is nothing we value and hunt and cultivate and strive to draw to us, but in some hour we turn and rend it.

To be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false,--this is the mark and character of intelligence.

The only gift is a portion of thyself . . . the poet brings his poem; the shepherd his lamb. . . .