I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning – an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.