The king is the man who can.

Everywhere in life, the true question is not what we gain, but what we do.

Skepticism . . . is not intellectual only it is moral also, a chronic atrophy and disease of the whole soul.

Man, it is not thy works, which are mortal, infinitely little, and the greatest no greater than the least, but only the spirit thou workest in, that can have worth or continuance.

The essence of humor is sensibility; warm, tender fellow-feeling with all forms of existence.

Little other than a red tape Talking-machine, and unhappy Bag of Parliamentary Eloquence.

We call it a Society; and go about professing openly the totalest separation, isolation. Our life is not a mutual helpfulness; but rather, cloaked under due laws-of-war, named fair competition and so forth, it is a mutual hostility.