In our wide world there is but one altogether fatal personage, the dunce,--he that speaks irrationally, that sees not, and yet thinks he sees.

Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's judgment.

The eternal stars shine out again, so soon as it is dark enough.

There is something in man which your science cannot satisfy.

Little other than a red tape Talking-machine, and unhappy Bag of Parliamentary Eloquence.

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

When Pococke inquired of Grotius, where the proof was of that story of the pigeon, trained to pick peas from Mahomet's (Muhammad's) ear, and pass for an angel dictating to him? Grotius answered that there was no proof!