If we are out of synch with ourselves, everything is out of synch for us.

Everything that we encounter leaves traces behind. Everything contributes imperceptibly to our education

A man's name is not like a mantle which merely hangs about him...but a perfectly fitting garment, which, like the skin, has grown over him, at which one cannot rake and scrape without injuring the man himself.

To know where a thing is we must have found it.

The master proves himselin recognizing his limitations.

As soon as any one belongs to a narrow creed in science, every unprejudiced and true perception is gone.

Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.