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

The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.

Stern accuracy in inquiring, bold imagination in describing, these are the cogs on which history soars or flutters and wobbles.

An everlasting lodestar, that beams the brighter in the heavens the darker here on earth grows the night.

The only happiness a brave person ever troubles themselves in asking about, is happiness enough to get their work done.

All evil is like a nightmare; the instant you stir under it, the evil is gone.

Produce, produce! Were it but the pitifulest, infinitesimal fraction of a product, produce it in God's name. 'Tis the utmost thou hast in thee? Out with it then! Up, up! Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy whole might.