Man's unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.

No age seemed the age of romance to itself.

There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.

A judicious man looks at Statistics, not to "get knowledge, but to save himself from having ignorance foisted 'on him".

Be not a slave of words.

The merit of originality is not novelty; it is sincerity. The believing man is the original man; whatsoever he believes, he believes it for himself, not for another.

Once turn to practice, error and truth will no longer consort together.