It seems to be the fate of man to seek all his consolations in futurity. The time present is seldom able to fill desire or imagination with immediate enjoyment, and we are forced to supply its deficiencies by recollection or anticipation.

The human intellect owes its superiority over that of the lower animals in great measure to the stimulus which alcohol has given imagination.

In practice it is seldom very hard to do one's duty when one knows what it is, but it is sometimes extremely difficult to find this out.

Our own death is a premium which we must pay for the far greater benefit we have derived from the fact that so many people have not only lived but also died before us.

There should be asylums for habitual teetotalers, but they would probably relapse into teetotalism as soon as they got out.

Though analogy is often misleading, it is the least misleading thing we have.

Men of Science. If they are worthy of the name they are indeed about God's path and about his bed and spying out all his ways.