Not one false man but doth uncountable evil.

What I loved in the man was his health, his unity with himself; all people and all things seemed to find their quite peaceable adjustment with him, not a proud domineering one, as after doubtful contest, but a spontaneous-looking peaceable, even humble one.

No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve.

Heroes, it would seem, exist always and a certain worship of them.

To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.

Every noble work is at first impossible.

Earnestness alone makes life eternity.