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.

There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.

We balance probabilities and choose the most likely. It is the scientific use of the imagination.

I followed you.' I saw no one.' That is what you may expect to see when I follow you.

I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for

The Times is a paper which is seldom found in any hands but those of the highly educated.

Nature is the true revelation of the Deity to man. The nearest green field is the inspired page from which you may read all that it is needful for you to know.