Is there anything more terrible than perpetual motion, than doing and doing and doing, without a reason, without a consciousness, without a change, without an end?

It seems, in tragedy, that innocence is not enough.

It is good to put your life in other people's hands.

Were they, for some purpose almost too cunning for belief, only disguised as themselves?

I think I ought to have some eddication,"said the Wart, "I can't think of anything to do.

Education is experience, and the essence of experience is self-reliance.

Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically--to those who hardly think about us in return.