Let me have my own way in exactly everything and a sunnier and pleasanter creature does not exist.
All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.
I call that [Book of Job], apart from all theories about it, one of the grandest things ever written with pen.
Oh, give us the man who sings at his work.
That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.
History, as it lies at the root of all science, is also the first distinct product of man's spiritual nature, his earliest expression of what may be called thought.