Behind us, as we go, all things assume pleasing forms, as clouds do far off. Not only things familiar and stale, but even the tragic and terrible, are comely, as they take their place in the pictures of memory.

Instead of making Christianity a vehicle of truth, you make truth only a horse for Christianity.

Every man's nature is a sufficient advertisement to him of the character of his fellows.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

But it is a cold, lifeless business when you go to the shops to buy something, which does not represent your life and talent, but a goldsmith's.

Research is not seeing what others do not see, it is seeing the same thing as other people and thinking what they do not.

Society does not love its unmaskers.