It is hard to tell which is worse; the wide diffusion of things that are not true, or the suppression of things that are true.

The voice of a whole people goes up in the silent workings of an institution.

There is no theory of a God, of an author of Nature, of an origin of the Universe, which is not utterly repugnant to my faculties. . .

There is no death to those who perfectly love-only disappearance, which in time may be borne.

It never enters the lady's head that the wet-nurse's baby probably dies.

If a test of civilization be sought, none can be so sure as the condition of that half of society over which the other half has power.

I romanced internally about early death till it was too late to die early.