It is those books which a man possesses but does not read which constitute the most suspicious evidence against him.

The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.

If the infinite had no me, then me would be its limit. It would not be the infinite, therefore it would not be.

There is a material advancement; we desire it. There is, also, a moral grandeur; we hold fast to it.

Right is right only when entire.

The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.

Thus, during those nineteen years of torture and slavery, did this soul rise and fall at the same time. Light entered on the one side, and darkness on the other.