Just in the ratio knowledge increases, faith decreases.

Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us.

Is there no God, then, but at best an absentee God, sitting idle, ever since the first Sabbath, at the outside of his Universe?

Good breeding differs, if at all, from high breeding only as it gracefully remembers the rights of others, rather than gracefully insists on its own rights.

It is not honest inquiry that makes anarchy; but it is error, insincerity, half belief and untruth that make it.

See deep enough, and you see musically.

What a wretched thing is all fame! A renown of the highest sort endures, say, for two thousand years. And then? Why, then, a fathomless eternity swallows it. Work for eternity; not the meagre rhetorical eternity of the periodical critics, but for the real eternity wherein dwelleth the Divine.