To have and to want more that is life.

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

Science rushes headlong, without selectivity, without "taste," at whatever is knowable, in the blind desire to know all at any cost.

I am not bigoted enough for a system-and not even for my system.

There are men who desire power simply for the sake of the happiness it will bring; these belong chiefly to political parties.

In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fair-mindedness, and gentleness with what is strange.

Once and for all, there are many things I choose not to know.--Wisdom sets limits even to knowledge.