It seems to be the fate of man to seek all his consolations in futurity. The time present is seldom able to fill desire or imagination with immediate enjoyment, and we are forced to supply its deficiencies by recollection or anticipation.

Creativity is so delicate a flower that praise tends to make it bloom, while discouragement often nips it in the bud.

Men of Science. If they are worthy of the name they are indeed about God's path and about his bed and spying out all his ways.

Our own death is a premium which we must pay for the far greater benefit we have derived from the fact that so many people have not only lived but also died before us.

Spare the rod and spoil the child.

It is death, and not what comes after death, that men are generally afraid of.

There is no such source of error as the pursuit of absolute truth.