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

They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and exchange endearments, but that does not affect eternity. Two lovers hide in the dusk of evening, amid flowers and the twittering of birds, and enchant each other with their hearts shinning in their eyes; but the stars in their course still circle through infinite space.

Superstition, bigotry and prejudice, ghosts though they are, cling tenaciously to life; they are shades armed with tooth and claw. They must be grappled with unceasingly, for it is a fateful part of human destiny that it is condemned to wage perpetual war against ghosts. A shade is not easily taken by the throat and destroyed.

Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.

The author creates a book and the people accept or not accept it. The creator of a book is an author and the creator of it`s fate are people.

Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life.

We are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed; human nature is so constituted.