Just in ratio as knowledge increases, faith diminishes.

Roguery is thought by some to be cunning and laughable: it is neither; it is devilish.

Doubt, of whatever kind, can be ended by action alone.

The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.

There are remedies for all things but death.

We call that fire of the black thunder-cloud "electricity," and lecture learnedly about it, and grind the like of it out of glass and silk: but what is it? What made it? Whence comes it? Whither goes it?

Every noble work is at first impossible.