The true lover of knowledge naturally strives for truth, and is not content with common opinion, but soars with undimmed and unwearied passion till he grasps the essential nature of things.
All thought begins with the recognition that something is out of place.
Books are immortal sons deifying their sires.
Those having torches will pass them on to others.
A wise man speaks because he has something to say; a fool because he has to say something.
I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with