Science is an ocean. It is as open to the cockboat as the frigate. One man carries across it a freightage of ingots, another may fish there for herrings.

Not in the knowledge of things without, but in the perfection of the soul within, lies the empire of man aspiring to be more than man.

Bright and illustrious illusions! Who can blame, who laugh at the boy, who not admire and commend him, for that desire of a fame outlasting the Pyramids by which he insensibly learns to live in a life beyond the present, and nourish dreams of a good unattainable by the senses?

Say what we will, we may be sure that ambition is an error. Its wear and tear on the heart are never recompensed.

The prudent person may direct a state, but it is the enthusiast who regenerates or ruins it

When the soul communes with itself the lip is silent.

Women love energy and grand results.