Art hath an enemy called ignorance.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

Such seems to be the disposition of man, that whatever makes a distinction produces rivalry.

Language is only the instrument of science, and words are but the signs of ideas.

Exercise is labor without weariness.

The fortitude which has encountered no dangers, that prudence which has surmounted no difficulties, that integrity which has been attacked by no temptation, can at best be considered but as gold not yet brought to the test, of which therefore the true value cannot be assigned.

Babies do not want to hear about babies; they like to be told of giants and castles.