It is not Justice the servant of men, but accident, hazard, Fortune-the ally of patient Time-that holds an even and scrupulous balance.

This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.

the mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future

The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence is like death

Youth is insolent; it is its right - its necessity; it has got to assert itself, and all assertion in this world of doubts is a defiance, is an insolence.

The conquest of the earth... is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only... not a sentimental pretence but an idea.

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.