Man is a tool-using animal.

Statistics, one may hope, will improve gradually, and become good for something. Meanwhile, it is to be feared the crabbed satirist was partly right, as things go: "A judicious man," says he, "looks at Statistics, not to get knowledge, but to save himself from having ignorance foisted on him."

I want to meet my God awake.

Prayer is and remains always a native and deepest impulse of the soul of man.

Fancy that thou deservest to be hangedthou wilt feel it happiness to be only shot: fancy that thou deservest to be hanged ina hair halter, it will be a luxury to die in hemp.

History is a great dust heap.

Stop a moment, cease your work, and look around you.