Opposition always inflames the enthusiast, never converts him.
A deep meaning often lies in old customs.
Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.
Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.
Time consecrates; and what is gray with age becomes religion.
To one, science is an exalted goddess; to another it is a cow which provides him with butter.