Accuracy is twin brother to honesty, and inaccuracy to dishonesty.

Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.

it is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.

It is a good lesson - though it may often be a hard one - for a man... to step aside out of the narrow circle in which his claims are recognized, and to find how utterly devoid of significance, beyond that circle, is all that he achieves, and all he aims at.

The love of science to rival the love of woman, in its depth and absorbing energy.

My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered.

The best of us being unfit to die, what an unexpressible absurdity to put the worst to death.