History, at least in its ideal state of perfection, is a compound of poetry and philosophy.

The history of England is emphatically the history of progress.

Truth, like all other good things, may be loved unwisely may be pursued too keenly may cost too much.

History, at least in its ideal state of perfection, is a compound of poetry and philosophy.

Every man who has seen the world knows that nothing is so useless as a general maxim.

Mr Robert Montgomery's genius [is] far too free and aspiring to be shackled by the rules of syntax? [His] readers must take such grammar as they can get and be thankful.

And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din, And fast from every village round the horse came spurring in.