He who cannot read is worse than deaf and blind, is yet but half alive, is still-born.

I did not know that mankind was suffering for want of gold.

The very willow-rows lopped every three years for fuel or powder, - and every sizable pine and oak, or other forest tree, cut down within the memory of man! As if individual speculators were to be allowed to export the clouds out of the sky, or the stars out of the firmament, one by one. We shall be reduced to gnaw the very crust of the earth for nutriment.

Carlyle must undoubtedly plead guilty to the charge of mannerism. He not only has his vein, but his peculiar manner of working it.He has a style which can be imitated, and sometimes is an imitator of himself.

As a man thinks of himself, so he is.

We have not so good a right to hate any as our Friend.

There are sure to be two prescriptions diametrically opposite.