Our colleges ought to have lit up in us a lasting relish for a better kind of man, a loss of appetite for mediocrities.

Most people live, whether physically, intellectually or morally, in a very restricted circle of their potential being. They make very small use of their possible consciousness, and of their soul's resources in general, much like a man who, out of his whole bodily organism, should get into a habit of using and moving only his little finger.

We, the lineal representatives of the successful enactors of one scene of slaughter after another, must, whatever more pacific virtues we may also possess, still carry about with us, ready at any moment to burst into flame, the smoldering and sinister traits of character by means of which they lived through so many massacres, harming others, but themselves unharmed.

To be a real philosopher all that is necessary is to hate some one else's type of thinking.

Democracy is still upon its trial. The civic genius of our people is its only bulwark.

There can be no difference anywhere that does not make a difference somewhere.

'What would be better for us to believe!' This sounds very like a definition of truth