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

You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only es

To fear the examination of any proposition apears to me an intellectual and a moral palsy that will ever hinder the firm grasping of any substance whatever.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

It is very difficult to be learned; it seems as if people were worn out on the way to great thoughts, and can never enjoy them because they are too tired.

There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.

Children demand that their heroes should be fleckless, and easily believe them so .