I wonder why we hate the past so.

It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

There will presently be no room in the world for things; it will be filled up with the advertisements of things.

Is it worth while to observe that there are no Venetian blinds in Venice?

By beauty of course I mean truth, for the one involves the other; it is only the false in art which is ugly, and it is only the ugly that is universal.

The conqueror is regarded with awe; the wise man commands our respect; but it is only the benevolent man that wins our affection.

I know, indeed, of nothing more subtly satisfying and cheering than a knowledge of the real good will and appreciation of others. Such happiness does not come with money, nor does it flow from fine physical state. It cannot be brought. But it is the keenest joy, after all; and the toiler's truest and best reward.