No power of genius has ever yet had the smallest success in explaining existence. The perfect enigma remains.

A weed is a plant we've found no use for yet.

But every jet of chaos which threatens to exterminate us is convertible by intellect into wholesome force. Fate is unpenetrated causes.

Man is a stream whose source is hidden. Our being is descending into us from we know not whence.

When there is no vision, people perish.

The colleges, while they provide us with libraries, furnish no professors of books; and I think no chair is so much needed.

Every mind must know the whole lesson for itself,-must go over the whole ground. What it does not see, what it does not live, it will not know.