Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.

There is a majesty and mystery in nature, take her as you will. The essence of poetry comes breathing to a mind that feels from every province of her empire.

Once turn to practice, error and truth will no longer consort together.

The past is all holy to us; the dead are all holy; even they that were wicked when alive.

Every man is my superior in that I may learn from him.

Lives the man that can figure a naked Duke of Windlestraw addressing a naked House of Lords?

The greatest mistake is to imagine that we never err.