A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.

I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

Thank Heaven! The crisis /The danger is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last /, and the fever called ''Living'' is conquered at last.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.