Eternity looks grander and kinder if time grow meaner and more hostile.

By nature man hates change; seldom will he quit his old home till it has actually fallen around his ears.

The world is an old woman, and mistakes any gilt farthing for a gold coin; whereby being often cheated, she will thenceforth trust nothing but the common copper.

If Hero means sincere man, why may not every one of us be a Hero?

The end of Man is an Action, and not a Thought, though it were the noblest?

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.

A frightful dialect for the stupid, the pedant and dullard sort.