The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green. |
The world is a republic of mediocrities, and always was. |
The world is an old woman, and mistakes any gilt farthing for a gold coin; whereby being often cheated, she will thenceforth trust nothing but the common copper |
There are but two ways of paying debt: Increase of industry in raising income, increase of thrift in laying out. |
There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune. |
There can be no acting or doing of any kind till it be recognized that there is a thing to be done; the thing once recognized, doing in a thousand shapes becomes possible |
There is a great discovery still to be made in literature, that of paying literary men by the quantity they do not write |
There is no permanent place in [this universe] for evil... Evil may hide behind this fallacy and that, but it will be hunted from fallacy to fallacy until there is no more fallacy for it to hide behind. |
There is often more spiritual force in a proverb than in whole philosophical systems. |
There is only one post fit for you, and that is the office of perpetual president of the Heaven and Hell Amalgamation Society |
These Arabs, the man Mahomet, and that one century, - is it not as if a spark had fallen, one spark, on a world of what proves explosive powder, blazes heaven-high from Delhi to Granada! I said, the Great man was always as lightning out of Heaven; th |
They raise their minds by brooding over and embellishing their sufferings, from one degree of fervid exaltation and dreary greatness to another, till at length they run amuck entirely, and whoever meets them would do well to run them thro' the body. |
Thought is the parent of the deed. |
Thought once awakened does not again slumber; unfolds itself into a System of Thought; grows, in man after man, generation after generation, /till its full stature is reached, and such System of Thought can grow no farther, but must give place to another. |
To a shower of gold most things are penetrable |