I grow daily to honour facts more and more, and theory less and less. A fact, it seems to me, is a great thing; a sentence printed, if not by God, then at least by the Devil.

Conclusive facts are inseparable from inconclusive except by a head that already understands and knows.

At worst, is not this an unjust world, full of nothing but beasts of prey, four-footed or two-footed?

Skepticism . . . is not intellectual only it is moral also, a chronic atrophy and disease of the whole soul.

No conquest can ever become permanent which does not show itself beneficial to the conquered as well as to the conquerors.

If you do not wish a man to do a thing, you had better get him to talk about it; for the more men talk, the more likely they are to do nothing else.

Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with.