The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.

The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.

Dishonesty is a forsaking of permanent for temporary advantages.

Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but, like the sun, only for a time.

It is with a company as it is with a punch, everything depends upon the ingredients of which it in composed.

Intellectually, as politically, the direction of all true progress is towards greater freedom, and along an endless succession of ideas.

Ideas are like matter, infinitely divisible. It is not given to us to get down so to speak to their final atoms, but to their molecular groupings-the way is never ending and the progress infinitely delightful and profitable.