Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.

Humanity is our common lot. All men are made of the same clay. There is no difference, at least here on Earth, in the fate assigned to us. We come of the same void, inhabit the same flesh, are dissolved in the same ashes. But ignorance infecting the human substance turns it black, and that incurable blackness, gaining possession of the soul, becomes Evil.

There is in every village a torch - the teacher; and an extinguisher - the priest.

Work is the law of life, and to reject it as boredom is to submit to it as torment.

Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.

It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.

During a wise man's whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege.