“He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide …” — Walter Scott

There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.

What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.