The dons of Oxford and Cambridge are too busy educating the young men to be able to teach them anything.
If life must not be taken too seriously, then so neither must death.
What is faith but a kind of betting or speculation after all? It should be, I bet that my Redeemer liveth.
For truth is precious and divine, too rich a pearl for carnal swine.
To give pain is the tyranny; to make happy, the true empire of beauty.
Words are not as satisfactory as we should like them to be, but, like our neighbours, we have got to live with them and must make the best and not the worst of them.