Men talk as if victory were something fortunate. Work is victory.
Poetry makes its own pertinence, and a single stanza outweighs a book of prose.
I see not any road of perfect peace which a man can walk but after the counsel of his own bosom.
Teach the children! It is painting in fresco.
The efforts which we make to escape from our destiny only serve to lead us into it.
Science always goes abreast with the just elevation of the man, keeping step with religion and metaphysics; or, the state of science is an index of our self-knowledge.