Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.
...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.
Every idea must have a visible enfolding.
God will bless you,' said he, 'you are an angel since you take care of the flowers.' 'No,' she replied. 'I am the devil, but that's all the same to me.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
The brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over we realize this: that the human race has been roughly handled, but that it has advanced.