The public is a bad guesser.

A great scholar, in the highest sense of the term, is not one who depends simply on an infinite memory, but also on an infinite and electrical power of combination; bringing together from the four winds, like the Angel of the Resurrection, what else were dust from dead men's bones, into the unity of breathing life.

Flowers that are so pathetic in their beauty, frail as the clouds, and in their coloring as gorgeous as the heavens, had through thousands of years been the heritage of children - honored as the jewelry of God.

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

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

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

War has a deeper and more ineffable relation to hidden grandeurs in man than has yet been deciphered.