The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.