Statistics is a science which ought to be honourable, the basis of many most important sciences; but it is not to be carried on by steam, this science, any more than others are; a wise head is requisite for carrying it on.

After all manner of professors have done their best for us, the place we are to get knowledge is in books.

Wonder is the basis of worship.

Science has done much for us; but it is a poor science that would hide from us the great deep sacred infinitude of Nescience, on which all science swims as a mere superficial film.

Once turn to practice, error and truth will no longer consort together.

The depth of our despair measures what capability and height of claim we have to hope.

Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of man you are.