Monuments are the grappling-irons that bind one generation to another.

Space is the stature of God.

Genuine bon mots surprise those from whose lips they fall, no less than they do those who listen to them.

How many books there are whose reputation is made that would not obtain it were it now to make?

Men have torn up the roads which led to Heaven, and which all the world followed; now we have to make our own ladders.

Haughty people seem to me to have, like the dwarfs, the stature of a child and the face of a man.

To reason, to argue. It is to walk with crutches in search of the truth. We come to it with a leap.