Defoe says, that there were a hundred thousand stout country-fellows in his time ready to fight to the death against popery, without knowing whether … - William Hazlitt

One truth discovered is immortal, and entitles its author to be so; for, like a new substance in nature, it cannot be destroyed.

One shining quality lends a lustre to another, or hides some glaring defect.

"Rome has been called the "Sacred City": - might not our Oxford be called so too? There is an air about it, resonant of joy and hope: it speaks with a thousand tongues to the heart: it waves its mighty shadow over the imagination: it stands in lowly sublimity, on the "hill of ages"; and points with prophetic fingers to the sky: it greets the eager gaze from afar, "with glistering spires and pinnacles adorned," that shine with an internal light as with the lustre of setting suns; and a dream and a glory hover round its head, as the spirits of former times, a throng of intellectual shapes, are seen retreating or advancing to the eye of memory: its streets are paved with the names of learning that can never wear out: its green quadrangles breathe the silence of thought."