Perfect ignorance is quiet, perfect knowledge is quiet; not so the transition from the former to the latter.

Stop a moment, cease your work, and look around you.

There is a perennial nobleness, and even sacredness, in work. Were he never so benighted, forgetful of his high calling, there is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works: in idleness alone there is perpetual despair.

There is something in man which your science cannot satisfy.

What the light of your mind, which is the direct inspiration of the Almighty, pronounces incredible, that, in God's name, leave uncredited. At your peril do not try believing that!

No pressure, no diamonds.

Be not a slave of words.