A man lives by believing something: not by debating and arguing about many things.

Over the times thou hast no power. . . . Solely over one man thou hast quite absolute power. Him redeem and make honest.

Is not cant the materia prima of the devil, from which all falsehoods, imbecilities, abominations, body themselves, from which no true thing can come? For cant is itself the properly a double-distilled lie, the second power of a lie.

No man who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether irreclaimably bad.

A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.

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."

Why tell me that a man is a fine speaker, if it is not the truth that he is speaking?