Of our thinking it is but the upper surface that we shape into articulate thought; underneath the region of argument and conscious discourse lies the region of meditation.

Reality, if rightly interpreted, is grander than fiction.

History is the essence of innumerable biographies.

Men seldom, or rather never for a length of time and deliberately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against.

The old cathedrals are good, but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.

Imperfection clings to a person, and if they wait till they are brushed off entirely, they would spin for ever on their axis, advancing nowhere.

Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one.