Prudence supposes the value of the end to be assumed, and refers only to the adaptation of the means. It is the relation of right means for given ends.

Hence no force, however great, can stretch a cord, however fine, into a horizontal line which is accurately straight: there will always be a bending downwards.

We cannot observe external things without some degree of Thought; nor can we reflect upon our Thoughts, without being influenced in the course of our reflection by the Things which we have observed.

The hypotheses we accept ought to explain phenomena which we have observed. But they ought to do more than this: our hypotheses ought to foretell phenomena which have not yet been observed.

Those who have obtained the farthest insight into Nature have been, in all ages, firm believers in God.

The catastrophist constructs theories, the uniformitarian demolishes them.

It is a test of true theories not only to account for but to predict phenomena.

In art, truth is a means to an end; in science, it is the only end.

There is a mask of theory over the whole face of nature.

Every man has obligations which belong to his station. Duties extend beyond obligations, and direct the affections, desires, and intentions, as well as the actions.

A man really and practically looking onwards to an immortal life, on whatever grounds, exhibits to us the human soul in an enobled attitude.

Every flower blooms from the face of impossibility with a hope to make this world beautiful.

It's happened. It's in the past. You can't change it. You are not broken. Learn from the past, then build from it.

You there is such a thing as a door, " I whispered. "You should try it some time.

Music is the emotional life of most people.

Economics is a highly sophisticated field of thought that is superb at explaining to policymakers precisely why the choices they made in the past were wrong. About the future, not so much.

It is only those who know how to feel that "this is not good" who devise improvements.

Emotional pain of any kind is a reminder to stop and look inside.

Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.

Not having anything around to read is dangerous: you have to content yourself with life itself, and that can lead you to take risks.

Nothing is right and nothing is just; We sow in ashes and reap in dust.