Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

Each state of the human mind has some parable in the physical creation by which it is shadowed forth; nor is it only artists and poets, but even the most abstract thinkers that have drawn from this source. Lively activity we name fire; time is a stream that rolls on, sweeping all before it; eternity is a circle; a mystery is hid in midnight gloom, and truth dwells in the sun. Nay, I begin to believe that even the future destiny of the human race is prefigured in the dark oracular utterances of bodily creation.

Even in a righteous cause force is a fearful thing.

While the womanly god demands our veneration, the godlike woman kindles our love; but while we allow ourselves to melt in the celestial loveliness, the celestial self-sufficiency holds us back in awe.

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

Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.