My books are friends that never fail me.
It is a fact which escapes no one, that, generally speaking, whoso is acquainted with his worth has but a little stock to cultivate acquaintance with.
Of all the things which man can do or make here below, by far the most momentous, wonderful, and worthy are the things we call books.
The great silent man! Looking round on the noisy inanity of the world,--words with little meaning, actions with little worth,--one loves to reflect on the great Empire of Silence.
A true delineation of the smallest man is capable of interesting the greatest man.
We have our little theory on all human and divine things. Poetry, the workings of genius itself, which, in all times, with one or another meaning, has been called Inspiration, and held to be mysterious and inscrutable, is no longer without its scientific exposition. The building of the lofty rhyme is like any other masonry or bricklaying: we have theories of its rise, height, decline and fall -- which latter, it would seem, is now near, among all people.
Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.
When we can drain the Ocean into mill-ponds, and bottle up the Force of Gravity, to be sold by retail, in gas jars; then may we hope to comprehend the infinitudes of man's soul under formulas of Profit and Loss; and rule over this too, as over a patent engine, by checks, and valves, and balances.
Not what I have, but what I do is my kingdom.
Universal history, the history of what man has accomplished in this world, is at bottom the History of the Great Men who have worked here.
All reform except a moral one will prove unavailing.
True friends, like ivy and the wall Both stand together, and together fall.
Speech that leads not to action, still more that hinders it, is a nuisance on the earth.
A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.
At worst, is not this an unjust world, full of nothing but beasts of prey, four-footed or two-footed?
The world is a republic of mediocrities, and always was.
The choking, sweltering, deadly, and killing rule of no rule; the consecration of cupidity and braying of folly, and dim stupidity and baseness, in most of the affairs of men. Slopshirts attainable three-halfpence cheaper by the ruin of living bodies and immortal souls.
It is a vain hope to make people happy by politics.
Battles, in these ages, are transacted by mechanism; with the slightest possible development of human individuality or spontaneity; men now even die, and kill one another, in an artificial manner.
The Orator persuades and carries all with him, he knows not how; the Rhetorician can prove that he ought to have persuaded and carried all with him.
No violent extreme endures.
Nakedness, hunger, distress of all kinds, death itself have been cheerfully suffered, when the heart was right. It is the feeling of injustice that is insupportable to all men.
Painful for a person is rebellious independence, only in loving companionship with his associates does a person feel safe: Only in reverently bowing down before the higher does a person feel exalted.
The eye sees what it brings the power to see.
The press is the fourth estate of the realm.
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