In an article on Bunyan lately published in the "Contemporary Review" - the only article on the subject worth reading on the subject I ever saw (yes, thank you, I am familiar with Macaulay's patronizing prattle about "The Pilgrim's Progress") etc.

I can't talk religion to a man with bodily hunger in his eyes.

Has fear ever held a man back from anything he really wanted?

The philosopher is Nature's pilot.

Consciousness of a fact is not knowing it: if it were, the fish would know more of the sea than the geographers and the naturalists.

The British churchgoer prefers a severe preacher because he thinks a few home truths will do his neighbors no harm.

We learn from experience that men never learn anything from experience.