By nature's kindly disposition most questions which it is beyond a man's power to answer do not occur to him at all.

Oxford, the paradise of dead philosophies.

Reason and happiness are like other flowers; they wither when plucked.

Men become superstitious, not because they have too much imagination, but because they are not aware that they have any.

The profoundest affinities are those most readily felt, and though a thousand later considerations may overlay and override them, they remain a background and standard for all happiness. If we trace them out we succeed.

Manhood and sagacity ripen of themselves; it suffices not to repress or distort them.

Our dignity is not in what we do, but what we understand.