The lover of letters loves power too.

Nothing external to you has any power over you.

Do what you're afraid to do.

Instead of making Christianity a vehicle of truth, you make truth only a horse for Christianity.

What we commonly call man, the eating, drinking, planting, counting man, does not, as we know him, represent himself, but misrepresents himself. Him we do not respect, but the soul, whose organ he is, would he let it appear through his action, would make our knees bend.

The growth of the intellect is spontaneous in every expansion. The mind that grows could not predict the times, the means, the mode of that spontaneity. God enters by a private door into every individual.

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.