Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.

Man is endogenous, and education is his unfolding. The aid we have from others is mechanical, compared with the discoveries of nature in us. What is thus learned is delightful in the doing, and the effect remains.

The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line.

The connection between our knowledge and the abyss of being is still real, and the explication must be not less magnificent.

Every act of the man inscribes itself in the memories of his fellows, and in his own manners and face. The air is full of sounds;the sky, of tokens; the ground is all memoranda and signatures; and every object covered over with hints, which speak to the intelligent.

Life is an ecstasy. Life is sweet as nitrous oxide.

Our impatience of miles, when we are in a hurry; but it is still best that a mile should have seventeen hundred and sixty yards.