If you don't believe in magic, then you can't believe in reality.

Extreme views are never just; something always turns up which disturbs the calculations formed upon their data.

Taste, when once obtained, may be said to be no acquiring faculty, and must remain stationary; but knowledge is of perpetual growth and has infinite demands. Taste, like an artificial canal, winds through a beautiful country, but its borders are confined and its term is limited. Knowledge navigates the ocean, and is perpetually on voyages of discovery.

The profound thinker always suspects that he is superficial.

Change is inevitable. Change is constant.

We can know nothing of humankind without knowing something of ourselves. Self-knowledge is the property of those people whose passions have their full play, but who ponder over their results.

That soul-subduing sentiment, harshly called flirtation, which is the spell of a country house.