The greater idiot ever scolds the lesser.
Thus we see how that the spine of even the hugest of living things tapers off at last into simple child’s play.
My body is but the lees of my better being.
Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and do believe.
It is impossible to talk or to write without apparently throwing oneself helplessly open.
All Profound things, and emotions of things are preceded and attended by Silence.
Youth is the time when hearts are large.
You must have plenty of sea-room to tell the truth in.
Yet habit – strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?
While religion, contrary to the common notion, implies, in certain cases, a spirit of slow reserve as to assent, infidelity, which claims to despise credulity, is sometimes swift to it.
What creature but a madman would not rather do good than ill, when it is plain that, good or ill, it must return upon himself?
Were civilization itself to be estimated by some of its results, it would seem perhaps better for what we call the barbarous part of the world to remain unchanged.