O Time! Time! how it brings forth and devours! And the roaring flood of existence rushes on forever similar, forever changing!

Books are a triviality. Life alone is great.

O Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him; but are, in very deed, Ghosts!

When I gaze into the stars, they look down upon me with pity from their serene and silent spaces, like eyes glistening with tears over the little lot of man. Thousands of generations, all as noisy as our own, have been swallowed up by time, and there remains no record of them any more. Yet Arcturus and Orion, Sirius and Pleiades, are still shining in their courses, clear and young, as when the shepherd first noted them in the plain of Shinar!

The grand result of schooling is a mind with just vision to discern, with free force to do: the grand schoolmaster is Practice.

Wise man was he who counselled that speculation should have free course, and look fearlessly towards all the thirty-two points of the compass, whithersoever and howsoever it listed.

All reform except a moral one will prove unavailing.