Culture opens the sense of beauty.

Fractures well cured make us more strong.

Self-love is, in almost all men, such an over-weight that they are incredulous of a man's habitual preference of the general good to his own; but when they see it proved by sacrifices of ease, wealth, rank, and of life itself, there is no limit to their admiration.

Life wastes itself whilst we are preparing to live.

Whence, then, this worship of the past? The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul.

I think the vice of our housekeeping is that it does not hold man sacred. The vice of government, the vice of education, the viceof religion, is one with that of the private life.

Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know