Price is a crazy and incalculable thing, while Value is an intrinsic and indestructible thing.

It may be a mere patriotic bias, though I do not think so, but it seems to me that the English aristocracy is not only the type, but is the crown and flower of all actual aristocracies; it has all the oligarchical virtues as well as all the defects. It is casual, it is kind, it is courageous in obvious matters; but it has one great merit that overlaps even these. The great and very obvious merit of the English aristocracy is that nobody could possibly take it seriously.

Unless a man starts afresh about things, he will certainly do nothing effective. Unless a man starts on the strange assumption that he has never existed before, it is quite certain that he will never exist afterwards.

It is not bigotry to be certain we are right; but it is bigotry to be unable to imagine how we might possibly have gone wrong.

He is only a very shallow critic who cannot see an eternal rebel in the heart of the Conservative.

humor can get in under the door while seriousness is still fumbling at the handle

Progress is a comparative of which we have not settled the superlative.