Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.

Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

Then none was for a party; Than all were for the state; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great: Then lands were fairly portioned; Then spoils were fairly sold: The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.

[I can] scarcely write upon mathematics or mathematicians. Oh for words to express my abomination of the science.

The highest intellects, like the tops of mountains, are the first to catch and to reflect the dawn.

It is, I believe, no exaggeration to say that all the historical information which has been collected in the Sanskrit language is less valuable than what may be found in the paltry abridgements used at preparatory schools in England.

In Plato's opinion, man was made for philosophy; in Bacon's opinion, philosophy was made for man.