Woe to him who would ascribe something like reason to Chance, and make a religion of surrendering to it.

There is repetition everywhere, and nothing is found only once in the world.

One ought, everyday, to hear a song, read a fine poem, and, if possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

Perseverance is a silent power that grows irresistibly greater with time.

Before you can do something, you must first be something.

Is it life, I ask, is it even prudence, To bore thyself and bore the students?

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.