Imperfection clings to a person, and if they wait till they are brushed off entirely, they would spin for ever on their axis, advancing nowhere.

"Love is not altogether a Delirium," says he elsewhere; "yet has it many points in common therewith."

History, as it lies at the root of all science, is also the first distinct product of man's spiritual nature, his earliest expression of what may be called thought.

Piety does not mean that a man should make a sour face about things, and refuse to enjoy in moderation what his Maker has given.

It is not honest inquiry that makes anarchy; but it is error, insincerity, half belief and untruth that make it.

If I say that Shakespeare is the greatest of intellects, I have said all concerning him. But there is more in Shakespeare's intellect than we have yet seen. It is what I call an unconscious intellect; there is more virtue in it that he himself is aware of.

Little other than a red tape Talking-machine, and unhappy Bag of Parliamentary Eloquence.