Enough if every age produce two or three critics of this esoteric class, with here and there a reader to understand them.

The public is a bad guesser.

here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered; happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat-pocket; portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint-bottle; and peace of mind could be sent down by the mail.

I feel that there is no such thing as ultimate forgetting; traces once impressed upon the memory are indestructible.

It is one of the misfortunes in life that one must read thousands of books only to discover that one need not have read them.

For tea, though ridiculed by those who are naturally coarse in their nervous sensibilities, or are become so from wine-drinking, and are not susceptible of influence from so refined a stimulant, will always be the favourite beverage of the intellectual.

Mathematics has not a foot to stand upon which is not purely metaphysical.