Heroes, it would seem, exist always and a certain worship of them.

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.

Speech that leads not to action, still more that hinders it, is a nuisance on the earth.

Stern accuracy in inquiring, bold imagination in describing, these are the cogs on which history soars or flutters and wobbles.

The Persians are called the French of the East; we will call the Arabs Oriental Italians. A gifted noble people; a people of wildstrong feelings, and of iron restraint over these: the characteristic of noblemindedness, of genius.

A judicious man looks at Statistics, not to "get knowledge, but to save himself from having ignorance foisted 'on him".

All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!