The life of the soul is incalculable.

Truth is the nursing mother of genius.

I know of no inquiry which the impulses of man suggests that is forbidden to the resolution of man to pursue.

Genius will live and thrive without training, but it does not the less reward the watering pot and the pruning knife.

When the intellect and affections are in harmony; when intellectual consciousness is calm and deep; inspiration will not be confounded with fancy.

Truth is the first of jewels.

I find no intellect comparable to my own