The old man has been long at the fair. He is acquainted with the jugglers at the booths. His curiosity has been satisfied. He no longer cares for the exceptional, the monstrous, the marvelous and deformed. He looks through and beyond the gilding, the glitter and gloss, not only of things, but of conduct, of manners, theories, religions and philosophies. He sees clearer. The light no longer shines in his eyes.

Most people can bear adversity. But if you wish to know what a man really is, give him power.

Nothing but truth is immortal.

It has always seemed absurd to suppose that a god would choose for his companions, during all eternity, the dear souls whose highest and only ambition is to obey.

Music expresses feeling and thought, without language; it was below and before speech, and it is above and beyond all words.

Reason, observation, and experience; the holy trinity of science.

It seems to me that if there is some infinite being who wants us to think alike he would have made us alike.