Of a truth, Knowledge is power, but it is a power reined by scruple, having a conscience of what must be and what may be. . . .

It is a common enough case, that of a man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal.

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

We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born.

There are characters which are continually creating collisions and nodes for themselves in dramas which nobody is prepared to act with them. Their susceptibilities will clash against objects that remain innocently quiet.

Your dunce who can't do his sums always has a taste for the infinite.

There is hardly any mental misery worse than that of having our own serious phrases, our own rooted beliefs, caricatured by a charlatan or a hireling.