He who has health, has hope; and he who has hope, has everything.

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

Happy season of virtuous youth, when shame is still an impassable barrier, and the sacred air-cities of hope have not shrunk into the mean clay hamlets of reality; and man, by his nature, is yet infinite and free.

The world is an old woman, and mistakes any gilt farthing for a gold coin; whereby being often cheated, she will thenceforth trust nothing but the common copper.

If an eloquent speaker speak not the truth, is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?

Science has done much for us; but it is a poor science that would hide from us the great deep sacred infinitude of Nescience, on which all science swims as a mere superficial film.

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