John Morley: “Tennyson’s life and labour,” he said, “correspond in point of time as nearly as possible to my own; but he has worked in…”

There lay Ireland,—squalid, dismal, sullen, dull, expectant, sunk deep in hostile intent.

How should we look in the face of the civilised world if we had so turned our back upon our duty and sovereign task?

If I were going to remain Indian Secretary for some time to come, my every effort would be devoted to an abatement of that enormous amount of writing.

We ought to be able to separate in thought the question of the grounds and evidence for a given dogma being true, from the distinct and purely historic question of the social and intellectual conditions which made men accept it for true.