It is a great art to saunter !

Verily, chemistry is not a splitting of hairs when you have got half a dozen raw Irishmen in the laboratory.

Not till we are completely lost, or turned round, do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of Nature.

Poetry is the mysticism of mankind.

Far travel, very far travel, or travail, comes near to the worth of staying at home.

Our life is frittered away by detail... simplify, simplify.

The faultfinder will find faults even in paradise.