In every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.

I own that I am disposed to say grace upon twenty other occasions in the course of the day besides my dinner. I want a form for setting out upon a pleasant walk, for a moonlight ramble, for a friendly meeting, or a solved problem. Why have we none for books, these spiritual repasts-a grace before Milton-a grace before Shakespeare-a devotional exercise proper to be said before reading The Fairie Queene?

You may derive thoughts from others; your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own.

Brandy and water spoils two good things.

Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?

I have sat through an Italian opera, til, for sheer pain, and inexplicable anguish, I have rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded street, to solace myself with sounds which I was not obliged to follow and get rid of the distracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention!

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.