I have seen great intolerance shown in support of tolerance.

Facts are not truths; they are not conclusions; they are not even premises, but in the nature and parts of premises.

The curiosity of an honorable mind willingly rests there, where the love of truth does not urge it farther onward, and the love of its neighbor bids it stop; in other words, it willingly stops at the point where the interests of truth do not beckon it onward, and charity cries, Halt!

The genius of the Spanish people is exquisitely subtle, without being at all acute; hence there is so much humour and so little wit in their literature.

A savage place! As holy and enchanted/As e'er beneath the waning moon was haunted/By woman wailing for her Demon Lover!

The book of Job is pure Arab poetry of the highest and most antique cast.

Remorse weeps tears of blood.