Facts are all accidents. They all might have been different. They all may become different. They all may collapse altogether.

The wisest mind has something yet to learn.

Our dignity is not in what we do, but what we understand.

Many possessions, if they do not make a man better, are at least expected to make his children happier; and this pathetic hope is behind many exertions.

You and I possess manifold ideal bonds in the interests we share; but each of us has his poor body and his irremediable, incommunicable dreams.

My soul hates the fool whose only passion is to live by rule.

It would hardly be possible to exaggerate man's wretchedness if it were not so easy to overestimate his sensibility