Thus I reel from desire to fulfillment and in fulfillment languish for desire.

Man believes himself always greater than he is, and is esteemed less than he is worth.

One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a man.

What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

Should I not be proud, when for twenty years I have had to admit to myself that the great Newton and all the mathematicians and noble calculators along with him were involved in a decisive error with respect to the doctrine of color, and that I among millions was the only one who knew what was right in this great subject of nature?

The eternal female draws us onward.

One mind is enough for a thousand hands.