To see him act is like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning.

I never knew a trader in philanthropy who was not wrong in his head or heart somewhere or other.

Motives by excess reverse their very nature and instead of exciting, stun and stupefy the mind.

And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.

Either we have an immortal soul, or we have not. If we have not, we are beasts,--the first and the wisest of beasts, it may be, but still true beasts. We shall only differ in degree and not in kind,--just as the elephant differs from the slug. But by the concession of the materialists of all the schools, or almost all, we are not of the same kind as beasts, and this also we say from our own consciousness. Therefore, methinks, it must be the possession of the soul within us that makes the difference.

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.