The three practical rules, then, which I have to offer, are, --/ Never read a book that is not a year old./ Never read any but the famed books./ Never read any but what you like.

What is a man born for but to be a reformer, a remaker of what has been made, a denouncer of lies, a restorer of truth and good?

Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait.

Men are better than this theology.

We pass for what we are.

Whenever the pulpit is usurped by a formalist, then is the worshipper defrauded and disconsolate.

The intellectual man requires a fine bait; the sots are easily amused. But everybody is drugged with his own frenzy, and the pageant marches at all hours, with music and banner and badge.