A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.

There is only one thing better than tradition and that is the original and eternal life out of which all tradition takes its rise.

Where Church and State are habitually associated, it is natural that minds, even of a high order, should unconsciously come to regard religion as only a subtler mode of police.

When I was a beggarly boy, And lived in a cellar damp, I had not a friend nor a toy, But I had Aladdin's lamp.

Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.