Men have their intellectual ancestry, and the likeness of some one of them is forever unexpectedly flashing out in the features of a descendant, it may be after a gap of several centuries. In the parliament of the present every man represents a constituency of the past.

What a sense of security in an old book which Time has criticized for us!

The time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for change; Then let it come: I have no dread of what Is called for by the instinct of mankind. Nor think I that God's world would fall apart Because we tear a parchment more or less. Truth is eternal, but her effluence, With endless change, is fitted to the hour; Her mirror is turned forward, to reflect The promise of the future, not the past. I do not fear to follow out the truth.

The victory's in believing.

Life may be given in many ways, and loyalty to truth be sealed as bravely in the closet as the field.

The soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in.

In the earliest ages science was poetry, as in the later poetry has become science.