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

England, an old and exhausted island, must one day be contented, like other parents, to be strong only in her children.

In the death of my son, now more than two years ago, I seem to have lost a beautiful estate,--no more. I cannot get it nearer to me.

Words are also actions, and actions are a kind of words.

We never touch but at points.

Everything is prospective, and man is to live hereafter. That the world is for his education is the only sane solution of the enigma.

We can only be valued as we make ourselves valuable.