There’s truth in wine, and there may be some in gin and muddy beer; but whether it’s truth worth my knowing, is another question.
There’s good chances and bad chances, and nobody’s luck is pulled only by one string.
There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.
There is heroism even in the circles of hell for fellow-sinners who cling to each other in the fiery whirlwind and never recriminate.
There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.
The only failure a man ought to fear is failure in cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.
The beginning of compunction is the beginning of a new life.
Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others, may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things.
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
Only in the agony of parting we look into the depths of love.
