One way of getting an idea of our fellow countrymen's miseries is to go and look at their pleasures |
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. |
Only those who know the supremacy of the intellectual life can understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances. |
Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution |
Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without us; there have been many circulation of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud. |
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. |
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds. |
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. |
Our impartiality is kept for abstract merit and demerit, which none of us ever saw. |
Our instructed vagrancy, which has hardly time to linger by the hedgerows, but runs away early to the tropics, and is at home with palms and banyans -which is nourished on books of travel, and stretches the theatre of its imagination to the Zambezi. |
Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers but dress in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite. |
Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection entertains a sacrifice. Our thoughts are often worse than we are, just as they are often better. |
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would. |
People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors. |
People who can't be witty exert themselves to be devout and affectionate. |