In Politics As On A Sickbed Men

The World Of Empirical Morality Consists For The Most Part Of Nothing But Ill Will And Envy.

The Moment One Definitely Commits Oneself, Then Providence Moves, Too. All Sorts Of Things Occur To Help One That Would Never Have Otherwise Occurred...unforeseen Incidents And Meetings And Material Assistance, Which No Man Could Have Dreamed Would Have Come His Way.

Habit Is The Most Imperious Of All Masters.

It Is Not Always Needful For Truth To Take A Definite Shape; It Is Enough If It Hovers About Us Like A Spirit And Produces Harmony; If It Is Wafted Through The Air Like The Sound Of A Bell, Grave And Kindly.

Every Decided Colour Does A Certain Violence To The Eye, And Forces The Organ To Opposition.