The Actual Well Seen Is Ideal.

Man's Unhappiness, As I Construe, Comes Of His Greatness; It Is Because There Is An Infinite In Him, Which With All His Cunning He Cannot Quite Bury Under The Finite.

There Is Something In Man Which Your Science Cannot Satisfy.

History Is A Great Dust Heap.

The Steam-engine I Call Fire-demon And Great; But It Is Nothing To The Invention Of Fire.

Social Science, Is Not A 'gay Science' But Rueful, Which Finds The Secret Of This Universe In 'supply And Demand' And Reduces The Duty Of Human Governors To That Of Letting Men Alone. Not A 'gay Science', No, A Dreary, Desolate, And Indeed Quite Abject And Distressing One; What We Might Call, The Dismal Science