Fame is no sure test of merit.
Look to be treated by others as you have treated others.
The battle that never ends is the battle of belief against disbelief.
One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!
The past is all holy to us; the dead are all holy; even they that were wicked when alive.
If time is precious, no book that will not improve by repeated readings deserves to be read at all.
In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.
There needs not a great soul to make a hero; there needs a god-created soul which will be true to its origin; that will be a great soul!
War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle; therefore they take boys from one village and another village, stick them into uniforms, equip them with guns, and let them loose like wild beasts against one other.
May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.
The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss.
Thought once awakened does not again slumber; unfolds itself into a System of Thought; grows, in man after man, generation after generation, – till its full stature is reached, and such System of Thought can grow no farther, but must give place to another.
When new turns of behavior cease to appear in the life of the individual, its behavior ceases to be intelligent.
What you see, but can’t see over is as good as infinite.
The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
The eye sees what it brings the power to see.
No violent extreme endures.
Necessity dispenseth with decorum.
Narrative is linear, but action has breadth and depth as well as height and is solid.