One seems to believe almost all that they believe; and when they stop short and call it a Religion, and you pass on, and call it only a reminiscence of one, should you not part with the kiss of peace?

Innumerable are the illusions and legerdemain-tricks of custom: but of all of these, perhaps the cleverest is her knack of persuading us that the miraculous, by simple repetition, ceases to be miraculous.

Egotism is the source and summary of all faults and miseries.

Unity, agreement, is always silent or soft-voiced; it is only discord that loudly proclaims itself.

Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's judgment.

Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through, and you make of it a dance, a dirge, or a life march, as you will.

No conquest can ever become permanent which does not show itself beneficial to the conquered as well as to the conquerors.