As We Advance In Life,

Life Is More Than A Theory, And Love Of Truth Butters No Bread: Old Men Who Have Had To Struggle Along Their Way, Who Know The Endless Bitterness, The Grave Moral Deterioration Which Follow An Empty Exchequer, May Well Be Pardoned For An Over-wish To See Their Sons Secured From It; Hunger, At Least, Is A Reality.

The Superstition Of Science Scoffs At The Superstition Of Faith.

The First Duty Of An Historian Is To Be On His Guard Against His Own Sympathies...

A Dreamer He Was, And Ever Would Be. Yet Dreaming Need Not Injure Us, If It Do But Take Its Turn With Waking; And Even Dreams Themselves May Be Turned To Beauty, By Favoured Men To Whom Nature Has Given The Powers Of Casting Them Into Form.

True Greatness Is The Most Ready To Recognize And Most Willing To Obey Those Simple Outward Laws Which Have Been Sanctioned By The Experience Of Mankind.