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

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.

The nation's morals are like its teeth: the more decayed they are the more it hurts to touch them.

No child should be brought up to suppose that its food and clothes come down from heaven or are miraculously conjured from empty space by papa. Loathsome as we have made the idea of duty (like the idea of work) we must habituate children to a sense of repayable obligation to the community for what they consume and enjoy, and inculcate the repayment as a point of honor.

Whenever I see the word Operation, especially Trifling Operation, I at once write off the patient as dead.

Sherlock Holmes was a drug addict without a single amiable trait.

We are not taught to think decently on sex subjects, and consequently we have no language for them except indecent language.