Everywhere in life, the true question is not what we gain, but what we do.

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

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

Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.

Narrative is linear, but action has breadth and depth as well as height and is solid.

With union grounded on falsehood and ordering us to speak and act lies, we will not have anything to do. Peace? A brutal lethargy is peaceable; the noisome is peaceable. We hope for a living peace, not a dead one!

All human things do require to have an ideal in them; to have some soul in them.