Statistics is a science which ought to be honourable, the basis of many most important sciences; but it is not to be carried on by steam, this science, any more than others are; a wise head is requisite for carrying it on.

He that will not work according to his faculty, let him perish according to his necessity: there is no law juster than that.

It is meritorious to insist on forms; religion and all else naturally clothes itself in forms. Everywhere the formed world is the only habitable one.

A thought once awakened does not again slumber.

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.

A person who is gifted sees the essential point and leaves the rest as surplus.

Considering the multitude of mortals that handle the pen in these days, and can mostly spell, and write without glaring violations of grammar, the question naturally arises: How is it, then, that no work proceeds from them, bearing any stamp of authenticity and permanence; of worth for more than one day?