“Measure not by the scale of perfection the meager product of reality.”

Only through Beauty’s morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge.

Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.

The May of life blooms once and never again.

In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.

In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.

Appearance rules the world.

To know thyself- in others self-concern; Would’st thou know others? read thyself–and learn!

The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.

Illusion is brief, but repentance is long.

Votes should be weighed not counted.

He that is over-cautious will accomplish but very little.

In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.

A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

Individual character is in the right that is in strict consistence with itself. Self-contradiction is the only wrong.

The iron chain and the silken cord are both equally bonds.

Dear is my friend–yet from my foe, as from my friend, comes good: My friend shows what I can do, and my foe what I should.

Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.

But perhaps the best way to measure your progress is with a habit tracker.

A good scientist values criticism almost higher than friendship: no, in science criticism is the height and measure of friendship.

A life worth living might be measured in many ways, but the one way that stands above all others is living a life of no regrets.

Love has no limitations. It cannot be measured. It has no boundaries. Although many have tried, love is indefinable.

There are two possible outcomes: if the result confirms the hypothesis, then you’ve made a measurement. If the result is contrary to the hypothesis, then you’ve made a discovery.

There is no credulity so eager and blind as the credulity of covetousness, which, in its universal extent, measures the moral misery and the intellectual destitution of mankind.

Music can measure how broad our horizons are. My mind wants to see to infinity.