The hell of these days is the fear of not getting along, especially of not making money.

Hunger whets everything, especially Suspicion and Indignation.

In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.

To say that we have a clear conscience is to utter a solecism; had we never sinned we should have had no conscience. Were defeat unknown, neither would victory be celebrated by songs of triumph.

In every object there is inexhaustible meaning.

Song is the heroics of speech.

No country can find eternal peace and comfort where the vote of Judas Iscariot is as good as the vote of the Saviour of mankind.