Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

What is the imagination? Only an arm or weapon of the interior energy; only the precursor of the reason.

A man is a god in ruins.

The scholar is that man who must take up into himself all the ability of the time, all the contributions of the past, all the hopes of the future. He must be an university of knowledges.

My doom and my strength is to be solitary.

Friends are like spaghetti, they should stick together. The only way to have a friend is to be one.

Life is in short cycles or periods; we are quickly tired, but we have rapid rallies. A man is spent by his work, starved, prostrate; he will not lift his hand to save his life; he can never think more. He sinks into deep sleep and wakes with renewed youth, with hope, courage, fertile in resources, and keen for daring adventure.