The vanishing, volatile froth of the present which any shadow will alter, any thought blow away, any event annihilate, is every moment converted into the adamantine.

Many a profound genius, I suppose, who fills the world with fame of his exploding renowned errors, is yet everyday posed and baffled by trivial questions at his own supper table.

Success goes thus invariably with a certain plus or positive power: an ounce of power must balance an ounce of weight.

We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.

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

It is easy to see that what is best written or done by genius in the world, was no man's work but came by wide social labor, whena thousand wrought like one, sharing the same impulse.

The difference between Talent and Genius is that Talent says things which he has never heard but once, and Genius things which he has never heard.