Every fancy that we would substitute for a reality is, if we saw aright, and saw the whole, not only false, but every way less beautiful and excellent than that which we sacrifice to it.

Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.

Modern education too often covers the fingers with rings, and at the same time cuts the sinews at the wrist.

Enthusiasm is grave, inward, self-controlled; mere excitement, outward, fantastic, hysterical, and passing in a moment from tears to laughter.

Superstition moulds nature into an arbitrary semblance of the supernatural, and then bows down to the work of its own hands.

I could honor Carmen Electra. I think she's beautiful.

Man is a substance clad in shadows.