The true university of these days is a collection of books.

In idleness there is a perpetual despair.

There are but two ways of paying debt: Increase of industry in raising income, increase of thrift in laying out.

A very sea of thought; neither calm nor clear, if you will, yet wherein the toughest pearl-diver may dive to his utmost depth, and return not only with sea-wreck but with true orients.

Might and right do differ frightfully from hour to hour, but then centuries to try it in, they are found to be identical.

Also, what mountains of dead ashes, wreck and burnt bones, does assiduous pedantry dig up from the past time and name it History.

I have no patience whatever with these gorilla damnifications of humanity.