That great dust-heap called 'history'.

History is a pageant, not a philosophy.

As certain as the Correggiosity of Correggio.

Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm.

History is the great dust-heap... a pageant and not a philosophy.

Given Pounds and five years, and an ordinary man can in the ordinary course, without any undue haste or putting any pressure upon his taste, surround himself with books, all in his own language, and thence forward have at least one place in the world