That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.

History is a great dust heap.

The Christian must be consumed by the conviction of the infinite beauty of holiness and the infinite damnability of sin.

He who cannot withal keep his mind to himself cannot practice any considerable thing whatsoever.

If a book comes from the heart, it will contrive to reach other hearts; all art and author-craft are of small amount to that.

The past is always attractive because it is drained of fear.

Money, in truth, can do much, but it cannot do all. We must know the province of it, and confine it there, and even spurn it back when it wishes to get farther.