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

O God, how lovely still is life!

As freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.

A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.

Nothing, it is true, is more common than for both Science and Art to pay homage to the spirit of the age, and for creative taste to accept the law of critical taste.

Great souls endure in silence.

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