Dare to be wrong and to dream.

The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.

Vast, colossal destiny, which raises man to fame, though it may also grind him to powder!

Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.

Culture, far from giving us freedom, only develops, as it advances, new necessities; the fetters of the physical close more tightly around us, so that the fear of loss quenches even the ardent impulse toward improvement, and the maxims of passive obedience are held to be the highest wisdom of life.

The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.

Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.