Coining "Dismal Science" as a nickname for Political Economy
A vein of poetry exists in the hearts of all men.
Let him who gropes painfully in darkness or uncertain light, and prays vehemently that the dawn may ripen into day, lay this precept well to heart: "Do the duty which lies nearest to thee," which thou know to be a duty! Thy second duty will already have become clearer.
Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's judgment.
Song is the heroics of speech.
All that mankind has done, thought or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.