No progressive knowledge will ever medicine that dread misgiving of a mysterious and pathless power given to words of a certain import.

It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.

Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.

Kings should disdain to die, and only disappear.

The pulpit style of Germany has been always rustically negligent, or bristling with pedantry.

Thou hast the keys of Paradise, oh, just, subtle, and mighty opium!

Under our present enormous accumulation of books, I do affirm that a most miserable distraction of choice must be very generally incident to the times; that the symptoms of it are in fact very prevalent, and that one of the chief symptoms is an enormous 'gluttonism' for books.