He who never ventures beyond actuality will never win the prize of truth.
There is a nobility in the world of manners.
To one, science is an exalted goddess; to another it is a cow which provides him with butter.
Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.
Gray hairs are death's blossoms.
In the case of a creative mind, it seems to me, the intellect has withdrawn its watchers from the gates, and the ideas rush in pell-mell and only then does it review and inspect the multitudes.