Life is the childhood of our immortality.

Nature does not suffer her veil to be taken from her, and what she does not choose to reveal to the spirit, thou wilt not wrest from her by levers and screws.

Superstition belongs to the essence of mankind and takes refuge, when one thinks one has suppressed it completely, in the strangest nooks and crannies; once it is safely ensconced there, it suddenly reappears.

There is strong shadow where there is much light.

Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born

Miracle is the pet child of faith.

Error is acceptable as long as we are young; but one must not drag it along into old age.