Wisdom and eloquence are not always united.
The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute, that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the flash. What will spring up in a moment? Nobody knows.
Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.
One resists the invasion of armies; one does not resist the invasion of ideas.
If nobody loved, the sun would go out.
Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?