The whole body of the arts and sciences composes one vast machinery for the irritation and development of the human intellect.

It is an impressive truth that sometimes in the very lowest forms of duty, less than which would rank a man as a villain, there is, nevertheless the sublimest ascent of self-sacrifice. To do less would class you as an object of eternal scorn, to do so much presumes the grandeur of heroism.

The public is a bad guesser.

Often one's dear friend talks something which one scruples to call rigmarole.

Grief! thou art classed amongst the depressing passions. And true it is that thou humblest to the dust, but also thou exaltest to the clouds. Thou shakest us with ague, but also thou steadiest like frost. Thou sickenest the heart, but also thou healest its infirmities.

The science of style as an organ of thought, of style in relation to the ideas and feelings, might be called the organology of style.

Reserve is the truest expression of respect towards those who are its objects.