This London City, with all of its houses, palaces, steam-engines, cathedrals, and huge immeasurable traffic an tumult, what is it but a Thought, but millions of Thoughts made into One-a huge immeasurable Spirit of a Thought, embodied in brick, in iron, smoke, dust, Palaces, Parliaments, Hackney Coaches, Katherine Docks, and the rest of it! Not a brick was made but some man had to think of the making of that brick.

To reform a world, to reform a nation, no wise man will undertake; and all but foolish men know, that the only solid, though a far slower reformation, is what each begins and perfects on himself.

One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!

No ghost was every seen by two pair of eyes.

Neither in tailoring nor in legislating does man proceed by mere accident.

It is the heart always that sees, before the head can see.

The past is always attractive because it is drained of fear.