The constant abrasion and decay of our lives makes the soil of our future growth.

Methinks that the moment my legs began to move, my thoughts began to flow.

The walls that fence our fields, as well as modern Rome, and not less the Parthenon itself, are all built of ruins.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

I do not value any view of the universe into which man and the institutions of man enter very largely and absorb much of the attention. Man is but the place where I stand, and the prospect hence is infinite.

Men talk of freedom! How many are free to think? Free from fear, from perturbation, from prejudice? Nine hundred and ninety-nine in a thousand are perfect slaves.

Truth is always paradoxical.