Who does not feel that Nansen's account of his search for the Pole rather loses than gains in ideal satisfaction by the pretense of a few trifling acquisitions for science?

On the whole, I am on the side of the unregenerate who affirms the worth of life as an end in itself, as against the saints who deny it.

Certitude is not the test of certainty.

The history of what the law has been is necessary to the knowledge of what the law is.

On every stem, on every leaf,... and at the root of everything that grew, was a professional specialist in the shape of grub, caterpillar, aphis, or other expert, whose business it was to devour that particular part.

Old age is like an opium dream. Nothing seems real except the unreal.

The very minute a thought is threatened with publicity it seems to shrink towards mediocrity.