A promise is binding in the inverse ratio of the numbers to whom it is made.

Allow me to offer my congratulations on the truly admirable skill you have shown in keeping clear of the mark. Not to have hit once in so many trials, argues the most splendid talents for missing.

There is a necessity for a regulating discipline of exercise that, whilst evoking the human energies, will not suffer them to be wasted.

Grief even in a child hates the light and shrinks from human eyes.

The public is a bad guesser.

Out of the ruined lodge and forgotten mansion, bowers that are trodden under foot, and pleasure-houses that are dust, the poet calls up a palingenesis.

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