Properly speaking, all true work is religion.

Statistics, one may hope, will improve gradually, and become good for something. Meanwhile, it is to be feared the crabbed satirist was partly right, as things go: "A judicious man," says he, "looks at Statistics, not to get knowledge, but to save himself from having ignorance foisted on him."

It is the heart always that sees, before the head can see.

History is a great dust heap.

Rest is a fine medicine. Let your stomachs rest, ye dyspeptics; let your brain rest, you wearied and worried people of business; let your limbs rest, ye children of toil!

The essence of humor is sensibility; warm, tender fellow-feeling with all forms of existence.

See deep enough, and you see musically.