There are heroisms all round us waiting to be done.

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius.

I can never bring you to realize the importance of sleeves, the suggestiveness of thumb-nails, or the great issues that may hang from a boot-lace.

I never guess. It is a shocking habit destructive to the logical faculty.

Our ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature.

You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.

It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.