I have a knack of hoping, which is as good as an estate.

There was no gleam, no shadow, for the heavens, too, were one still, pale cloud; no sound or motion in anything but the dark river that flowed and moaned like an unresting sorrow.

There is a sort of human paste that when it comes near the fire of enthusiasm is only baked into harder shape.

Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.

Of all forms of human error, prophesy is the most avoidable.

We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.

A fool or idiot is one who expects things to happen that never can happen.