Virtue knows that it is impossible to get on without compromise, and tunes herself, as it were, a trifle sharp to allow for an inevitable fall in playing.

Life is a quarry, out of which we are to mold and chisel and complete a character.

Prayers are to men as dolls are to children.

Letters are like wine; if they are sound they ripen with keeping. A man should lay down letters as he does a cellar of wine.

A virtue to be serviceable must, like gold, be alloyed with some commoner, but more durable alloy.

Life is not an exact science, it is an art.

We are not won by arguments that we can analyse but by tone and temper, by the manner which is the man himself.