“The lamp of genius burns quicker than the lamp of life.”

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.

The dream is short, repentance long.

Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.

I write just because the fire of my emotion is burning. Had I not, I would not have been able to find peace.

Everything was black in the harbor, but there were still some fires burning on the ships.

When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.

If he were on fire, he couldn’t act as if he were burning. He can’t out-act me on the big screen.

Isn’t desire always the same, whether the object is present or absent? Isn’t the object always absent? -This isn’t the same languor: there are two words: Pothos, desire for the absent being, and Himéros, the more burning desire for the present being.

But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?

It is one thing to touch a flame and know it is hot, but quite another to jump into that flame and be consumed by it.

If you prefer smoke over fire then get up now and leave. For I do not intend to perfume your mind’s clothing with more sooty knowledge.