Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.

The worst service, I fancy, that anyone can do for truth, is to set silly people writing on its behalf.

It is impossible, to me at least, to be poetical in cold weather.

The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to reverence.

Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.

But indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable; and we all know the difficulty of carrying out a resolve when we secretly long that it may turn out to be unnecessary. In such states of mind the most incredulous person has a private leaning towards miracle: impossible to conceive how our wish could be fulfilled, still - very wonderful things have happened!

We are on a perilous margin when we begin to look passively at our future selves, and see our own figures led with dull consent into insipid misdoing and shabby achievement.