Are not our greatest men as good as lost? The men that walk daily among us, warming us, feeding us, walk shrouded in darkness, mere mythic men.

Life is a series of lessons that have to be understood.

He who talks much about virtue in the abstract, begins to be suspected; it is shrewdly guessed that where there is great preaching there will be little almsgiving.

There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man.

Every human being has a right to hear what other wise human beings have spoken to him. It is one of the Rights of Men; a very cruel injustice if you deny it to a man!

Eyes bright, with many tears, behind them.

The philosopher is he to whom the highest has descended, and the lowest has mounted up; who is the equal and kindly brother of all.