I have never met a man who was not my superior in some particular.

My hours are peaceful centuries.

Men talk as if victory were something fortunate. Work is victory.

What opium is instilled into all disaster? It shows formidable as we approach it, but there is at last no rough rasping friction,but the most slippery sliding surfaces. We fall soft on a thought.

Knowledge, Virtue, Power are the victories of man over his necessities, his march to the dominion of the world.

Only poetry inspires poetry.

Nature hates monopolies and exceptions.