A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.

As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.

To one, science is an exalted goddess; to another it is a cow which provides him with butter.

The dream is short, repentance long.

O who knows what slumbers in the background of the times?

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.