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The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to revere.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.

The Jews are among the aristocracy of every land. If a literature is called rich in the possession of a few classic tragedies, what shall we say to a national tragedy, lasting for fifteen hundred years, in which the poets and actors were also the heroes?

The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.

The mother's yearning, that completest type of the life in another life which is the essence of real human love, feels the presence of the cherished child even in the base, degraded man.

The only failure a man ought to fear is failure in cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.

The only true knowledge of our fellowman is that which enables us to feel with him - which gives us a fine ear for the heart-pulses that are beating under the mere clothes of circumstance and opinion.

The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.

The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.

The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.

The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.

The strength of the donkey mind lies in adopting a course inversely as the arguments urged, which, well considered, requires as great a mental force as the direct sequence.

The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice.

The vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return.

The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.

The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.
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