The most dangerous thing is illusion.

Coal is a portable climate.

There is some awe mixed with the joy of our surprise, when this poet, who lived in some past world, two or three hundred years ago, says that which lies close to my own soul, that which I also had wellnigh thought and said.

Why has my motley diary no jokes? Because it is a soliloquy and every man is grave alone.

We never touch but at points.

Great believers are always reckoned infidels, impracticable, fantastic, atheistic, and really men of no account. The spiritualist finds himself driven to express his faith by a series of skepticisms.

The whole value of history, of biography, is to increase my self-trust, by demonstrating what man can be and do.