You will think me very pedantic, gentlemen, but holiday though it may be, I have not the smallest interest in any holiday, except as it celebrates real and not pretended joys.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

The two parties which divide the state, the party of Conservation and that of Innovation, are very old, and have disputed the possession of the world ever since it was made.

What is there of the divine in a load of brick? What ... in a barber shop? ... Much. All.

The effect of the indulgence of human affection is a certain cordial exhilaration.

The world is nothing, the man is all; in yourself is the law of all nature, and you know not yet how a globule of sap ascends; in yourself slumbers the whole of Reason; it is for you to know all, it is for you to dare all.

Tis curious that we only believe as deeply as we live.