Where there is a lull of truth, an institution springs up. But the truth blows right on over it, nevertheless, and at length blows it down.

Men seem anxious to accomplish an orderly retreat through the centuries, earnestly rebuilding the works behind them, as they are battered down by the encroachments of time; but while they loiter, they and their works both fall prey to the arch enemy.

The sort of morality which the priests inculcate is a very subtle policy, far finer than the politicians', and the world is very successfully ruled by them as the policemen.

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.

Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it.

I could not undertake to form a nucleus of an institution for the development of infant minds, where none already existed. It would be too cruel.

I wish to learn what life has to teach, and not, when I come to die, discover that I have not truly lived.