There must, whether the gods see it or not, be something great in the mortal soul. For suffering, it seems, is infinite, and our capacity without limit.

Our passions are not too strong, they are too weak. We are far too easily pleased.

The man who truly and disinterestedly enjoys any one thing in the world, for its own sake, and without caring two-pence what other people say about it, is by that very fact forewarmed against some of our subtlest modes of attack.

The grave and the image are equally links with the irrecoverable and symbols for the unimaginable.

If a man thinks he is not conceited, he is very conceited indeed.

When things go wrong, you'll find they usually go on getting worse for some time; but when things once start going right they often go on getting better and better.

An Ulster Scot may come to disbelieve in God, but not to wear his weekday clothes on the Sabbath.