Everybody wants to be somebody; nobody wants to grow.

Let him who believes in immortality enjoy his happiness in silence; he has no reason to give himself airs about it.

A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.

Yet he who grasps the moment's gift, He is the proper man.

It is bad governments, not bad people, who cause revolutions.

Let us not dream that reason can ever be popular. Passions, emotions, may be made popular; but reason remains ever the property of an elect few.

The greatest joy of a thinking man is to have searched the explored and to quietly revere the unexplored.