Acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze.

The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.

After all manner of professors have done their best for us, the place we are to get knowledge is in books.

Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of man you are.

For the superior morality, of which we hear so much, we too would desire to be thankful: at the same time, it were but blindness to deny that this superior morality is properly rather an inferior criminality, produced not by greater love of Virtue, but by greater perfection of Police; and of that far subtler and stronger Police, called Public Opinion.

In our wide world there is but one altogether fatal personage, the dunce,--he that speaks irrationally, that sees not, and yet thinks he sees.

Skepticism . . . is not intellectual only it is moral also, a chronic atrophy and disease of the whole soul.