Great is wisdom; infinite is the value of wisdom. It cannot be exaggerated; it is the highest achievement of man.

Whose school-hours are all the days and nights of our existence.

The only happiness a brave person ever troubles themselves in asking about, is happiness enough to get their work done.

Battles, in these ages, are transacted by mechanism; with the slightest possible development of human individuality or spontaneity; men now even die, and kill one another, in an artificial manner.

All greatness is unconscious, or it is little and naught.

That great mystery of TIME, were there no other; the illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb,-for we have no word to speak about it.

All evil is like a nightmare; the instant you stir under it, the evil is gone.