A sad spectacle. If they be inhabited, what a scope for misery and folly. If they be not inhabited, what a waste of space.

The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire.

Man is, properly speaking, based upon hope, he has no other possession but hope; this world of his is emphatically the place of hope.

No good book, or good thing of any sort, shows its best face at first.

Men's hearts ought not to be set against one another, but set with one another and all against evil only.

Rest is a fine medicine. Let your stomachs rest, ye dyspeptics; let your brain rest, you wearied and worried people of business; let your limbs rest, ye children of toil!

Social Science, is not a 'gay science' but rueful, which finds the secret of this universe in 'supply and demand' and reduces the duty of human governors to that of letting men alone. Not a 'gay science', no, a dreary, desolate, and indeed quite abject and distressing one; what we might call, the dismal science