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.

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

Nobody will laugh long who deals much with opium: its pleasures even are of a grave and solemn complexion.

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

No man will ever unfold the capacities of his own intellect who does not at least checker his life with solitude.

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.

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.