The difficulty is to know conscience from self-interest.

You'll find as you grow older that you weren't born such a great while ago after all. The time shortens up.

We are creatures of the moment; we live from one little space to another, and only one interest at a time fills these.

Preach the blessings of our deeply incorporated civilization by the mouths of our eight-inch guns.

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

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.

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