Those old stories of visions and dreams guiding men have their truth; we are saved by making the future present to ourselves.

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.

Your dunce who can't do his sums always has a taste for the infinite.

As to memory, it is known that this frail faculty naturally lets drop the facts which are less flattering to our self-love - when it does not retain them carefully as subjects not to be approached, marshy spots with a warning flag over them.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

I hold it a blasphemy to say that a man ought not to fight against authority: there is no great religion and no great freedom that has not done it, in the beginning.

It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.