I am afraid that if you want to go down into history you'll have to do something for it.

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.

There is a kind way of assisting our fellow-creatures which is enough to break their hearts while it saves their outer envelope.

Action is consolatory. It is the enemy of thought and the friend of flattering illusions.

Going home must be like going to render an account.

Necessity, they say, is mother of invention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.

And perhaps in this is the whole difference; perhaps all the wisdom, and all truth, and all sincerity, are just compressed into that inappreciable moment of time in which we step over the threshold of the invisible.