Men achieve a certain greatness unawares when working to another aim.

Nature will not be Buddhist: she resents generalizing, and insults the philosopher in every moment with a million fresh particulars.

Language is the archives of history.

I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.

Do not speak of God much. After a very little conversation on the highest nature, thought deserts us and we run into formalism.

But what is classification but the perceiving that these objects are not chaotic, and are not foreign, but have a law which is also the law of the human mind?

There is a genius of a nation, which is not to be found in the numerical citizens, but which characterizes the society.