It is supposed that there has been progress in the science of textual criticism, and the most frivolous pretender has learned to talk superciliously about “the old unscientific days”. The old unscientific days are everlasting; they are here and now; they are renewed perennially by the ear which takes formulas in, and the tongue which gives them out again, and the mind which meanwhile is empty of reflexion and stuffed with self-complacency.

Baseball is a mirror of life, reflecting our triumphs and failures.

A good novel is like a mirror that reflects the complexities of human existence

Every reform movement has a lunatic fringe.

We are living in a world which seems to be founded on the refusal to reflect.

To read without reflecting is like eating without digesting.