Change amuses the mind, but rarely profits.

No one feels himself easy in a garden which does not look like the open country.

Progress has not followed a straight ascending line, but a spiral with rhythms of progress and retrogression, of evolution and dissolution.

Who is sure of their own motives can in confidence advance or retreat.

Normally, people believe that, if they hear just words, that these words must lead to some thought.

Woe to him who would ascribe something like reason to Chance, and make a religion of surrendering to it.

Excellence is rarely found, more rarely valued.