For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep.

Some persons have contended that mathematics ought to be taught by making the illustrations obvious to the senses. Nothing can be more absurd or injurious: it ought to be our never-ceasing effort to make people think, not feel.

In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.

The words in prose ought to express the intended meaning, and no more; if they attract attention to themselves, it is, in general, a fault.

What comes from the heart goes to the heart

And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks, silent as the shadows.

Often do the spirits stride on before the event; and in today already walks tomorrow.