The object of convalescence ought to be to turn our attention to life: at other times, simply to our tasks!

The greatest cure for love is still that time honoured medicine - love returned.

The greatest progress that the human race has made lies in learning how to make correct inferences.

How much disgruntled heaviness, lameness, dampness, how much beer is there in the German intelligence.

There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.

Every habit makes our hand more witty and our wit less handy.

The newspaper reader says: this party will ruin itself if it makes errors like this. My higher politics says: a party which makes errors like this is already finished -- it is no longer secure in its instincts.