"Well, Ipsie, all I can say is..." But she never said anything more,…

Twenty-three is said to be the prime of life by those who have reached so far and no farther. It shares this distinction with every age, from ten to three-score and ten.

Sometimes I pose, but sometimes I pose as posing.

All progress in knowledge takes place through the correction of that which has been received on authority, ... but without the huge body of traditional knowledge, accurate and inaccurate together, there would be nothing even to correct. …

None of us wants to be average. That we are so is a melancholy fact borne in upon us in middle life, and we do not always relish it.

Reason cannot remain a bare intellectual faculty; it must become a faculty of judgment dealing with the question of values.

The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them.