Nature goes her own way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

It is the great triumph of genius to make the common appear novel.

Our wishes are presentiments of the abilities that lie in us, harbingers of what we will be able to accomplish.

The child, offered the mother's breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom's copious breasts You'll drink each day with greater zest.

Most pioneers are at the mercy of doubt at the beginning, whether of their worth, of their theories, or of the whole enigmatic field in which they labour.

He is happy as well as great who needs neither to obey nor to command in order to be something.

Wishes are premonitions of abilities.