What is philosophy but a continual battle against custom?

Silence is more eloquent than words.

Habit and imitation--there is nothing more perennial in us than these two. They are the source of all working, and all apprenticeship, of all practice, and all learning, in this world.

Is there no God, then, but at best an absentee God, sitting idle, ever since the first Sabbath, at the outside of his Universe?

The first duty of man is to conquer fear; he must get rid of it, he cannot act till then.

Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with.

In books lies the soul fo the whole past time.