That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.

Dignity of manner always conveys a sense of reserved force.

Would Shakespeare and Raleigh have done their best, would that galaxy have shone so bright in the heavens had there been no Elizabeth on the throne?

All unrest is but the struggle of the soul to reassure herself of her inborn immortality.

No one is promiscuous in his way of dying. A man who has decided to hang himself will never jump in front of a train.

Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.

Nature is thought immersed in matter. . .