Madness is to think of too many things in succession too fast, or of one thing too exclusively.

It is as impossible to translate poetry as it is to translate music.

It is with books as with the fires of our grates, everybody borrows a light from his neighbor to kindle his own, which in turn is communicated to others, and each partakes of all.

The opinion of all lawyers, the unanimous cry of the nation, and the good of the state, are in themselves a law.

I am a little deaf, a little blind, a little important and on top of this are two or three abominable infirmities, but nothing destroys my hope.

There is an astonishing imagination, even in the science of mathematics.

What can I hope when all is right?