A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.

Science must have originated in the feeling that something was wrong.

No man is born without ambitious worldly desires.

Speech is of time, silence is of eternity.

The situation that has not its duty, its ideal, was never yet occupied by man. Yes, here, in this poor, miserable, hampered, despicable actual, wherein thou even now standest, here or nowhere is thy ideal; work it out therefrom, and, working, believe, live, be free. Fool! the ideal is in thyself.

Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.

There is precious instruction to be got by finding we were wrong.