Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . . .

If a man fasten his attention on a single aspect of truth and apply himself to that alone for a long time, the truth becomes distorted and not itself but falsehood.

In England every man you meet is some man's son; in America, he may be some man's father.

We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.

Greatness once and forever has down with opinion.

When science is learned in love, and its powers are wielded by love, they will appear the supplements and continuations of the material creation.

Nature is the symbol of Spirit.