Conscience is our magnetic compass; reason our chart.

Conscience is our magnetic compass; reason our chart.

I feel bad that I don't feel worse.

I feel bad that I don't feel worse.

The law of harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit. Sow read more

The law of harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit. Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny.

There's never enough time to do it right, but there's always enough time to do it over.

There's never enough time to do it right, but there's always enough time to do it over.

There is nothing certain except the unforeseen.

There is nothing certain except the unforeseen.

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and read more

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.

Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to read more

Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to feast upon shadows in the prevailing famine of substance.

Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.

Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.

The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the read more

The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.