Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and read more

Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and running to seed.

There are two sides to every coin

There are two sides to every coin

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 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.

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.

Do not mix de galloping of your horse, my knight, with the beating of your heart.

Do not mix de galloping of your horse, my knight, with the beating of your heart.

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

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.

A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.