Mother of Marvels, mysterious and tender Nature, why do we not live more in thee.

Everything you need for better future and success has already been written. And guess what? All you have to do is go to the library.

The great artist and thinker are the simplifiers.

There is no curing a sick man who believes himself to be in health.

I wonder whether I should gain anything by the attempt to assume a character which is not mine. My wavering manner, born of doubt and scruple, has at least the advantage of rendering all the different shades of my thought, and of being sincere. If it were to become terse, affirmative, resolute, would it not be a mere imitation?

Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.

What governs men is the fear of truth.