Memory... is an internal rumor.

A body seriously out of equilibrium, either with itself or with its environment, perishes outright. Not so a mind. Madness and suffering can set themselves no limit.

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

It would repel me less to be a hangman than a soldier, because the one is obliged to put to death only criminals sentenced by the law, but the other kills honest men who like himself bathe in innocent blood at the bidding of some superior.

Man is as full of potential as he is of importance.

Thought is essentially practical in the sense that but for thought no motion would be an action, no change a progress.

Every nation thinks its own madness normal and requisite; more passion and more fancy it calls folly, less it calls imbecility.