Purposelessness is the fruitful mother of crime.
Character is, for the most part, simply habit become fixed.
Science is busy with the hither-end of things, not the thither-end.
Faith is the heroism of the intellect.
Faith is a kind of winged intellect. The great workmen of history have been men who believed like giants.
So far from genius discarding law, rather is it the supreme joy of genius to re-enact the eternal and unwritten law in the chamber of its own intel-lect.