Books minister to our knowledge, to our guidance, and to our delight, by their truth, their uprightness, and their art.

In Science the paramount appeal is to the Intellect-its purpose being instruction; in Art, the paramount appeal is to the Emotions-its purpose being pleasure.

Vehemence without feeling is but rant.

Every one who has seriously investigated a novel question, who has really interrogated Nature with a view to a distinct answer, will bear me out in saying that it requires intense and sustained effort of imagination.

In its happiest efforts, translation is but approximation, and its efforts are not often happy. A translation may be good as translation, but it cannot be an adequate reproduction of the original.

Remember that every drop of rain that falls bears into the bosom of the earth a quality of beautiful fertility.

Genius is rarely able to give any account of its own processes.