Consciousness is the mere surface of our minds, of which, as of the earth, we do not know the inside, but only the crust.

It is only in the microscope that our life looks so big. It is an indivisible point, drawn out and magnified by the powerful lenses of Time and Space.

Will power is to the mind like a strong blind man who carries on his shoulders a lame man who can see.

Life is a ticklish business; I have resolved to spend it in reflecting upon it

The tallest oak tree once was an acorn that any pig could have swallowed.

The scenes of our life are like pictures done in rough mosaic. Looked at close, they produce no effect. There is nothing beautiful to be found in them, unless you stand some distance off.