Pride ruined the angels.

The office of the scholar is to cheer, to raise, and to guide men by showing them facts amidst appearances.

...What torments of pain have you endured that haven't as yet arrived? and may never!

Science in England, in America, is jealous of theory, hates the name of love and moral purpose. There's revenge for this humanity.What manner of man does science make? The boy is not attracted. He says, I do not wish to be such a kind of man as my professor is.

Our prayers are prophets.

Greatness once and forever has down with opinion.

You must let go of a thing for a new one to come to you.