Society has really no graver interest than the well-being of the literary class.

Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear what you say.

If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument

The unbelief of the age is attested by the loud condemnation of trifles.

When I read a good book, I wish my life were three thousand years long.

You must pay for conformity. All goes well as long as you run with conformists. But you, who are honest men in other particulars, know that there is alive somewhere a man whose honesty reaches to this point also, that he shall not kneel to false gods, and, on the day when you meet him, you sink into the class of counterfeits.

We swim, day by day, on a river of delusions, and are effectually amused with houses and towns in the air, of which the men aboutus are dupes. But life is a sincerity.