It hinders the creative work of the mind if the intellect examines too closely the ideas as they pour in.
The brave person thinks of himself last of all.
Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.
Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.
There is no solitude in nature.
Posterity weaves no garlands for imitators.