Conclusive facts are inseparable from inconclusive except by a head that already understands and knows.

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."

How, without clothes, could we possess the master organ, soul's seat and true pineal gland of the body social--I mean a purse?

When I gaze into the stars, they look down upon me with pity from their serene and silent spaces, like eyes glistening with tears over the little lot of man. Thousands of generations, all as noisy as our own, have been swallowed up by time, and there remains no record of them any more. Yet Arcturus and Orion, Sirius and Pleiades, are still shining in their courses, clear and young, as when the shepherd first noted them in the plain of Shinar!

A person with half volition goes backwards and forwards, but makes no progress on even the smoothest of roads.

The nobleness of silence. The highest melody dwells only in silence,--the sphere melody, the melody of health.

A force as of madness in the hands of reason has done all that was ever done in the world.