Sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you've been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you want to be. The person you are.

Affliction comes to us, not to make us sad but sober; not to make us sorry but wise.

We are always getting away from the present moment. Our mental existence, which are immaterial and have no dimensions, are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave.

Go away. I'm all right. [last words]

If anything is possible, then nothing is interesting

In the scientific world I find just that disinterested devotion to great ends that I hope will spread at last through the entire range of human activity.

Rest enough for the individual man, too much and too soon, and we call it death. But for man, no rest and no ending. He must go on, conquest beyond conquest. First this little planet and all its winds and ways, and then all the laws of mind and matter that restrain him. Then the planets about him, and, at last, out across immensities to the stars. And when he has conquered all the deep space, and all the mysteries of time, still he will be beginning.