But let the wise be warned against too great readiness to explanation: it multiplies the sources of mistake, lengthening the sum for reckoners sure to go wrong.

God, immortality, duty - how inconceivable the first, how unbelievable the second, how peremptory and absolute the third.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

There's folks 'ud stand on their heads and then say the fault was i' their boots.

If you deliver an opinion at all, it is mere stupidity not to do it with an air of conviction and well-founded knowledge. You make it your own in uttering it, and naturally get fond of it.

When what is good comes of age, and is likely to live, there is reason for rejoicing.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.