No man will ever unfold the capacities of his own intellect who does not at least checker his life with solitude.

Either the human being must suffer and struggle as the price of a more searching vision, or his gaze must be shallow and without intellectual revelation.

Fierce sectarianism breeds fierce latitudinarianism.

Often one's dear friend talks something which one scruples to call rigmarole.

No progressive knowledge will ever medicine that dread misgiving of a mysterious and pathless power given to words of a certain import.

No man will ever unfold the capacities of his own intellect who does not at least checker his life with solitude.

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