The man with insight enough to admit his limitations comes nearest to perfection.

Some people spend the day in complaining of a headache, and the night in drinking the wine that gives it.

To create something you must be something.

There are men who never err, because they never propose anything rational.

Hypotheses are lullabies for teachers to sing their students to sleep.

The new vulcanism is really a daring attempt to connect the present, incomprehensible world to a past, unknown one.

As beauteous is the world, and many a joy Floats through its wide dominion. But, alas, When we would seize the winged good, it flies.