To call a man a characteristically Oxford man is, in my opinion, to give him the highest compliment that could be paid to any human being.

Mediocrity is now, as formerly, dangerous, commonly fatal, to the poet; but among even the successful writers of prose, those who rise sensibly above it are the very rarest exceptions.

Thrift of time will repay you in after-life with a thousandfold of profit beyond your most sanguine dreams.

Nothing that is morally wrong can be politically right.

Men are apt to mistake the strength of their feeling for the strength of their argument. The heated mind resents the chill touch and relentless scrutiny of logic.

The errors of former times are recorded for our instruction in order that we may avoid their repition.

For works of the mind really great there is no old age, no decrepitude. It is inconceivable that a time should come when Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, should not ring in the ears of civilized man.