Civilization is perhaps approaching one of those long winters that overtake it from time to time. Romantic Christendom - picturesque, passionate, unhappy episode - may be coming to an end. Such a catastrophe would be no reason for despair.

The body is an instrument, the mind its function, the witness and reward of its operation.

Reason in my philosophy is only a harmony among irrational impulses.

Heaven is to be at peace with things.

Experience seems to most of us to lead to conclusions, but empiricism has sworn never to draw them.

The wisest mind has something yet to learn.

Tyrants are seldom free; the cares and the instruments of their tyranny enslave them.