Put the argument into a concrete shape, into an image, some hard phrase, round and solid as a ball, which they can see and handle and carry home with them, and the cause is half won.

I am so much a Unitarian as this: that I believe the human mind can admit but one God, and that every effort to pay religious homage to more than one being goes to take away all right ideas.

The love of novels is the preference of sentiment to the senses.

The world is a divine dream, from which we may presently awake to the glories and certainties of day.

London is the epitome of our times, and the Rome of to-day.

A walk in the woods is only an exalted dream.

I hate the giving of the hand unless the whole man accompanies it.