Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed.

The creative process is a cocktail of instinct, skill, culture and a highly creative feverishness.

The human understanding, when any preposition has been once laid down... forces everything else to add fresh support and confirmation; and although more cogent and abundant instances may exist to the contrary, yet it either does not observe them or it despises them, or it gets rid of and rejects them by some distinction, with violent and injurious prejudice, rather than sacrifice the authority of its first conclusions.

We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.

If vices were profitable, the virtuous man would be the sinner.

For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.

Time is the author of authors.