The human mind, I believe, cares for the True only in the general character of an epoch.

Greatness is the dream of youth realized in old age.

We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.

Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction?

A calm despair, without angry convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom.

I love the majesty of human suffering.

Only silence is great; all else is weakness.