The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire.

What is philosophy but a continual battle against custom?

The aristocracy of feudal parchment has passed away with a mighty rushing, and now, by a natural course, we arrive at aristocracy of the money-bag.

Have not I myself known five hundred living soldiers sabred into crows' meat for a piece of glazed cotton, which they call their flag; which had you sold it at any market-cross, would not have brought above three groschen?

Genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains.

On the whole, I would bid you stand up to your work, whatever it may be, and not be afraid of it; not in sorrows or contradictions to yield, but to push on towards the goal.

The spiritual is the parent of the practical.