He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.

Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.

...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.

Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.

...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that, by a sort of splendid reaction, it fascinates nature; the mysterious world surrounding us returns what it receives; it is likely that contemplators are contemplated.

Progress is the life-style of man.

Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which men sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal system casts those it has condemned, an unfathomable waste of misery. The human soul, lost in those depths, may become a corpse. Who shall revive it?