Great souls are always loyally submissive, reverent to what is over them: only small mean souls are otherwise.

The wise man is but a clever infant, spelling letters from a hieroglyphical prophetic book, the lexicon of which lies in eternity.

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

Who is it that loves me and will love me forever with an affection which no chance, no misery, no crime of mine can do away? It is you, my mother.

If time is precious, no book that will not improve by repeated readings deserves to be read at all.

Earnestness alone makes life eternity.

Quackery gives birth to nothing; gives death to all things.