Life may not be beautiful, but it is interesting.
History without politics descends to mere Literature.
Politics are vulgar when they are not liberalised by history, and history fades into mere literature when it loses sight of its relation to practical politics.
No virtue is safe that is not enthusiastic.
We seem, as it were, to have conquered and peopled half the world in a fit of absence of mind.
No man saw the building of the New Jerusalem, the workmen crowded together, the unfinished walls and unpaved streets; no man heard the clink of trowel and pickaxe; it descended out of heaven from God.