I never knew a trader in philanthropy who was not wrong in his head or heart somewhere or other.

In Shakespeare one sentence begets the next naturally; the meaning is all inwoven. He goes on kindling like a meteor through the dark atmosphere.

Cant is the parrot talk of a profession.

There is small chance of truth at the goal, where there is not childlike humility at the starting-post.

The water-lily, in the midst of waters, opens its leaves and expands its petals, at the first pattering of the shower, and rejoices in the rain-drops with a quicker sympathy than the packed shrubs in the sandy desert.

The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.

To see him act is like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning.