Life only avails, not the having lived.

The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.

I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.

Great men do not content us. It is their solitude, not their force, that makes them conspicuous.

I have no expectation that any man will read history aright who thinks that what was done in a remote age, by men whose names have resounded far, has any deeper sense than what he is doing today.

Look out! Behind you!

Every fact is related on one side to sensation, and, on the other, to morals. The game of thought is, on the appearance of one of these two sides, to find the other: given the upper, to find the under side.