Science says the first word on everything, and the last word on nothing.

The realities of life do not allow themselves to be forgotten.

We see past time in a telescope and present time in a microscope. Hence the apparent enormities of the present.

Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.

Not being heard is no reason for silence.

Despots play their part in the works of thinkers. Fettered words are terrible words. The writer doubles and trebles the power of his writing when a ruler imposes silence on the people. Something emerges from that enforced silence, a mysterious fullness which filters through and becomes steely in the thought.

There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.