“To know is nothing at all; to imagine is everything.”

Suffering — how divine it is, how misunderstood! We owe to it all that is good in us, all that gives value to life; we owe to it pity, we owe to it courage, we owe to it all the virtues.

The whole art of teaching is only the art of awakening the natural curiosity of the mind for the purpose of satisfying it afterwards.

If 50 million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing.

A person is never happy except at the price of some ignorance.

We chase dreams and embrace shadows.

The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

It is human nature to think wisely and act in an absurd fashion.

If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living.

The history books which contain no lies are extremely tedious.

Nine tenths of education is encouragement.

I prefer the errors of enthusiasm to the indifference of wisdom.

Science neither cares to please nor to displease. She is inhuman. It is not science but poetry that charms and consoles. And that is why poetry is more necessary than science.

When a thing has been said and said well, have no scruple. Take it and copy it.

Of all sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.

Dictionary: The universe in alphabetical order.

The level of our success is limited only by our imagination and no act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted.

If you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

Imagine voting for someone who promises to raise your taxes.

Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

I can’t imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once.

I can never stand still. I must explore and experiment. I am never satisfied with my work. I resent the limitations of my own imagination.