The Great Man's sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of, is not conscious of: nay, I suppose, he is conscious rather of insincerity; for what man can walk accurately by the law of truth for one day? No, the Great Man does not boast himself sincere, far from that; perhaps does not ask himself if he is so: I would say rather, his sincerity does not depend on himself; he cannot help being sincere!

Custom doth make dotards of us all.

If I had my way, the world would hear a pretty stern command - Exit Christ.

The word of Mohammad is a voice direct from nature's own heart - all else is wind in comparison.

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

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

Nature, after all, is still the grand agent in making poets.