We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of course, powerful muscles, but no personality.
A Fourth Estate, of Able Editors, springs up.
Great is journalism. Is not every able editor a ruler of the world, being the persuader of it?
Burke said there were Three Estates in Parliament; but, in the Reporter's gallery yonder, there sat a fourth estate more important far than they all.
A parliament speaking through reporters to Buncombe and the Twenty-seven millions, mostly fools.
Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's judgment.
What is all Knowledge too but recorded Experience, and a product of History; of which, therefore, Reasoning and Belief, no less than Action and Passion, are essential materials?
For love is ever the beginning of Knowledge, as fire is of light.
And yet without labour there were no ease, no rest, so much as conceivable.
Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
How much lies in Laughter: the cipher-key, wherewith we decipher the whole man.
no man who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether irreclaimably bad.
A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.
The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss.
Literature is the thought of thinking Souls.
Literary Men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.
Love is not altogether a delerium, yet it has many points in common therewith.
Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one.
Money, which is of very uncertain value, and sometimes has no value at all and even less.
What gained we, little moth? Thy ashes, Thy one brief parting pang may show: And withering thoughts for soul that dashes, From deep to deep, are but a death more slow.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of the two everlasting empires, necessity and free will.
A witty statesman said, you might prove anything by figures.
Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one.