Not what I have, but what I do is my kingdom.
Time is the silent, never-resting thing ... rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing oceantide, on which we and all the universe swim.
Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom.
Speech is great, but silence is greater.
Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.
The graceful minuet-dance of fancy must give place to the toilsome, thorny pilgrimage of understanding. On the transition from the age of romance to that of science.