The path of things is silent. Will they suffer a speaker to go with them?

Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.

The age of puberty is a crisis in the age of man worth studying. It is the passage from the unconscious to the conscious; from thesleep of passions to their rage.

The world looks like a multiplication-table, or a mathematical equation, which, turn it how you will, balances itself.

Every burned book or house enlightens the world; every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side.

No man has ever had a point of pride that was not injurious to him.

I covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.