All stealing is comparative. If you come to absolutes, pray who does not steal.
You will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it.
Good bye, proud world! I’m going home; Thou art not my friend, and I’m not thine.
The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco.
No matter how much faculty of idle seeing a man has, the step from knowing to doing is rarely taken.
Men cease to interest us when we find their limitations.
We put our love where we have put our labor.
The eye of prudence may never shut.
He decided to give up his large ambition of knowledge and action for any narrow craft or profession, aiming at a much more comprehensive calling, the art of living.
Power is what they want, not candy-power to execute their design, power to give legs and feet, form and actuality to their thought; which, to a clear-sighted man, appears the end for which the universe exists, and all its resources might be well applied.
Love is our highest word and the synonym for God.
Fear is a great instructor.
Genius appeals to the future.
Men of sense esteem wealth to be the assimilation of nature to themselves, the converting of the sap and juices of the planet to the incarnation and nutriment of their design.
We can only be valued as we make ourselves valuable.
It is much better to learn the elements of geology, of botany, or ornithology and astronomy by word of mouth from a companion than dully from a book.
No one can read the history of astronomy without perceiving that Copernicus, Newton, Laplace, are not new men, or a new kind of men, but that Thales, Anaximenes, Hipparchus, Empodocles, Aristorchus, Pythagorus, Oenipodes, had anticipated them.
The sciences, even the best,-mathematics and astronomy,-are like sportsmen, who seize whatever prey offers, even without being able to make any use of it.
In science we have to consider two things: power and circumstance.
Intellect is void of affection and sees an object as it stands in the light of science, cool and disengaged. The intellect goes out of the individual, floats over its own personality, and regards it as a fact, and not as I and mine.