Can the believing husband in Heaven be happy with his unbelieving wife in Hell? Can the believing father in Heaven read more

Can the believing husband in Heaven be happy with his unbelieving wife in Hell? Can the believing father in Heaven be happy with his unbelieving children in Hell? Can the loving wife in Heaven be happy with her unbelieving husband in Hell? I tell

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is
incumbent on me to know my read more

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is
incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know
its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very
atoms.

The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.

The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.

Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in read more

Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit read more

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

In water one sees one's own face; But in wine one beholds the heart of another

In water one sees one's own face; But in wine one beholds the heart of another

There are two distinct classes of what are called thoughts: those that we produce in ourselves by reflection and the read more

There are two distinct classes of what are called thoughts: those that we produce in ourselves by reflection and the act of thinking, and those that bolt into the mind of their own accord

The solitary side of our nature demands leisure for reflection
upon subjects on which the dash and whirl of read more

The solitary side of our nature demands leisure for reflection
upon subjects on which the dash and whirl of daily business, so
long as its clouds rise thick about us, forbid the intellect to
fasten itself.

Let the "Tribune" put all this in its pipe and smoke it.

Let the "Tribune" put all this in its pipe and smoke it.