Oh, give us the man who sings at his work.

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.

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.

Our grand business undoubtedly is, not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand.

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.

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

History is the distillation of rumour.