If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads.
Man sheds grief as his skin sheds rain.
By degrees we may come to know the primitive sense of the permanent objects of nature, so that the world shall be to us an open book, and every form significant of its hidden life and final cause.
Fear always springs from ignorance.
A man is the facade of a temple wherein all wisdom and all good abide.
The ragged cliff has thousand faces in a thousand hours.