Get out of my way; for I won't stop for you.

Nothing remains beautiful and interesting except thought, because the thought is the life.

A newspaper, not having to act on its descriptions and reports, but only to sell them to idly curious people, has nothing but honor to lose by inaccuracy and non-veracity.

We don't bother much about dress and manners in England, because as a nation we don't dress well and we've no manners.

Treat a friend as a person who may someday become your enemy; an enemy as a person who may someday become your friend.

Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.

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.