A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.

A star is beautiful; it affords pleasure, not from what it is to do, or to give, but simply by being what it is. It befits the heavens; it has congruity with the mighty space in which it dwells. It has repose; no force disturbs its eternal peace. It has freedom; no obstruction lies between it and infinity.

It is a strange trade that of advocacy. Your intellect, your highest heavenly gift is hung up in the shop window like a loaded pistol for sale.

The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire.

Heroes have gone out; quacks have come in; the reign of quacks has not ended with the nineteenth century. The sceptre is held with a firmer grasp; the empire has a wider boundary. We are all the slaves of quackery in one shape or another. Indeed, one portion of our being is always playing the successful quack to the other.

All evil is like a nightmare; the instant you stir under it, the evil is gone.

The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.