Just in the ratio knowledge increases, faith decreases.
Nothing ever happens but once in all this world. What I do now I do once for all. It is over and gone, with all its eternity of solemn meaning.
Labor, wide as the earth, has its summit in heaven.
The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.
Once turn to practice, error and truth will no longer consort together.
A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.