There are men whose sense of humour is so ill developed that they still bear a grudge against Copernicus because he dethroned them from the central position in the universe. They feel it a personal affront that they can no longer consider themselves the pivot upon which turns the whole of created things.

The life force is vigorous. The delight that accompanies it counter-balances all the pains and hardships that confront men. It makes life worth living.

The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes...

There is only one way to win hearts and that is to make oneself like unto those of whom one would be loved.

From old habit, unconsciously he thanked God that he no longer believed in Him.

Tolerance is another word for indifference.

I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.