The times are very bad. Very well, you are there to make them better.

The past is all holy to us; the dead are all holy; even they that were wicked when alive.

Social Science, is not a 'gay science' but rueful, which finds the secret of this universe in 'supply and demand' and reduces the duty of human governors to that of letting men alone. Not a 'gay science', no, a dreary, desolate, and indeed quite abject and distressing one; what we might call, the dismal science

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.

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

Caution is the lower story of prudence.

Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.