Truth is contrary to our nature, not so error, and this for a very simple reason: truth demands that we should recognize ourselves as limited, error flatters us that, in one way or another, we are unlimited.

We usually lose today, because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

Our wishes are presentiments of the abilities that lie in us, harbingers of what we will be able to accomplish.

Lose the day loitering, 'twill be the same story To-morrow, and the next more dilatory, For indecision brings its own delays, And days are lost lamenting o'er lost days. Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! What you can do, or think you can, begin it! Only engage, and then the mind grows heated; Begin it, and the work will be completed.

Everyone is deceived in his hopes, cheated in his expectations.

Science arose from poetry... when times change the two can meet again on a higher level as friends.

Poor fool! in whose petty estimation all things are little.