Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.

The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the center of each and every town or city.

Any new formula which suddenly emerges in our consciousness has its roots in long trains of thought; it is virtually old when it first makes its appearance among the recognized growths of our intellect.

The joy of life is to put out one's power in some natural and useful or harmless way. There is no other. And the real misery is not to do this.

There is in all men a demand for the superlative, so much so that the poor devil that has no other way of reaching it attains it by getting drunk.

Most people have died before they expire; died to all earthly longings, so that the last breath is only, as it were, the locking of the door of the already deserted mansion.

To know is not less than to feel.