What Are A Handful Of

Upon My Word, I Think The Truth Is The Hardest Missile One Can Be Pelted With.

There Is Nothing I Should Care More To Do, If It Were Possible, Than To Rouse The Imagination Of Men And Women To A Vision Of Human Claims In Those Races Of Their Fellow-men Who Most Differ From Them In Customs And Beliefs.

It Is Not True That Love Makes All Things Easy; It Makes Us Choose What Is Difficult.

There Is Hardly Any Contact More Depressing To A Young Ardent Creature Than That Of A Mind In Which Years Full Of Knowledge Seem To Have Issued In A Blank Absence Of Interest Or Sympathy.

Souls Have Complexions Too: What Will Suit One Will Not Suit Another