Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.

Rightly it is said of utter, utter misery, that it 'cannot be remembered'; itself, being a rememberable thing, is swallowed up in its own chaos.

All parts of knowledge have their origin in metaphysics, and finally, perhaps, revolve into it.

I feel that there is no such thing as ultimate forgetting; traces once impressed upon the memory are indestructible.

All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.

The burden of the incommunicable.

Mathematics has not a foot to stand upon which is not purely metaphysical.