At all times it has not been the age, but individuals alone, who have worked for knowledge. It was the age which put Socrates to death by poison, the age which burnt Huss. The ages have always remained alike.
The real scholar learns how to evolve the unknown from the known, and draws near the master.
Truth is a torch, but a huge one, and so it is only with blinking eyes what we all of us try to get past it, in actual terror of being burnt.
Nature has neither kernel Nor shell.
It has been said that figures rule the world. Maybe. But I am sure that figures show us whether it is being ruled well or badly.
The thinker makes a great mistake when he asks after cause and effect. They both together make up the indivisible phenomenon.
Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born.
The close and thoughtful observer more and more learns to recognize his limitations. He realizes that with the steady growth of knowledge more and more new problems keep on emerging.
Gray are all the theories, But green is the tree of life.
To make converts is the natural ambition of everyone.
Children, love one another, and if that is not possible-at least try to put up with one another.
In the end we are all separate: our stories, no matter how similar, come to a fork and diverge. We are drawn to each other because of our similarities, but it is our differences we must learn to respect.
It is said, that no one is a hero to their butler. The reason is, that it requires a hero to recognize a hero. The butler, however, will probably know well how to estimate his equals.
Every day, look at a beautiful picture, read a beautiful poem, listen to some beautiful music, and if possible, say something reasonable.
For the butterfly, mating and propagation involve the sacrifice of life, for the human being, the sacrifice of beauty.
All beginnings are delightful; the threshold is the place to pause.
The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last.
The best pleasures of this world are not quite true.
Death is Nature’s expert advice to get plenty of Life.
Hypotheses are lullabies for teachers to sing their students to sleep.