The task ahead of us is never as great as the power behind us.
What is the imagination? Only an arm or weapon of the interior energy; only the precursor of the reason.
A man in the wrong may more easily be convinced than one half right.
Sanity is very rare; every man almost and every woman has a dash of madness.
Here is the world, sound as a nut, perfect, not the smallest piece of chaos left, never a stitch nor an end, not a mark of haste, or botching, or second thought; but the theory of the world is a thing of shreds and patches.
He is only rich who owns the day. There is no king, rich man, fairy, or demon who possesses such power as that.