When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

There is reverence that we owe to everything in human shape.

I believe there is no source of deception in the investigation of nature which can compare with a fixed belief that certain kinds of phenomena are impossible.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

To a born-again atheist like myself, it is clear that each of us has multiple selves, talents, perceptions. But to the Roman Catholic, unity is all.

For chance fights ever on the side of the prudent.

For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.