There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

Line in Nature is not found; Unit and Universe are round.

Be as beneficent as the sun or the sea, but if your rights as a rational being are trenched on, die on the first inch of your territory.

Of all wit's uses, the main one is to live well with who has none.

Prosperity is something the businessmen created for politicians to take credit for

In this distribution of functions, the scholar is the delegated intellect. In the right state, he is, Man Thinking. In the degenerate state, when the victim of society, he tends to become a mere thinker, or, still worse, the parrot of other men's thinking.

If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.