This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

Of all your troubles, great and small, the greatest are the ones that don't happen at all.

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.

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.

Necessity dispenseth with decorum.

Experience of actual fact either teaches fools or abolishes them.

A pygmy standing on the outward crust of this small planet, his far-reaching spirit stretches outward to the infinite, and there alone finds rest.