All our progress is an unfolding, like the vegetable bud. You have first an instinct, then an opinion, then a knowledge, as the plant has root, bud, and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason. It is vain to hurry it. By trusting it to the end it shall ripen into truth, and you shall know why you believe.

The present is an edifice which God cannot rebuild.

Cunning is strength withheld.

Shall we then judge a country by the majority, or by the minority? By the minority, surely.

Artists must be sacrificed to their art.

Everyone I meet is in some way my superior.

An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory.