May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.

There are depths in man that go to the lowest hell, and heights that reach the highest heaven, for are not both heaven and hell made out of him, everlasting miracle and mystery that he is.

Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.

Science must have originated in the feeling that something was wrong.

Not our Logical, Mensurative faculty, but our Imaginative one is King over us; I might say, Priest and Prophet to lead us heavenward; or Magician and Wizard to lead us hellward.

The press is the fourth estate of the realm.

Cash-payment never was, or could except for a few years be, the union-bond of man to man. Cash never yet paid one man fully his deserts to another; nor could it, nor can it, now or henceforth to the end of the world.