Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

What is fair in men, passes away, but not so in art.

A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.

What is it: is man only a blunder of God, or God only a blunder of man?

A wise man will make more opportunities, than he finds.

Moralities and religions are the principal means by which one can make whatever one wishes out of man, provided one possesses a superfluity of creative forces and can assert one's will over long periods of time — in the form of legislation, religions, and customs.

I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous — a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.

Often a man fails to become a thinker only because his memory is too good.

If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts he shall end in certainties.

The rights a man arrogates to himself are related to the duties he imposes on himself, to the tasks to which he feels equal. The great majority of men have no right to existence, but are a misfortune to higher men.

To create and to annihilate material substance, cause it to aggregate in forms according to his desire, would be the supreme manifestation of the power of Man's mind, his most complete triumph over the physical world, his crowning achievement, which would place him beside his Creator, make him fulfill his Ultimate Destiny.

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.

Certainly, it is heaven upon earth, to have a man's mind move in charity, rest in providence, and turn upon the poles of truth.

The use of this feigned history hath been to give some shadow of satisfaction to the mind of man in those points wherein the nature of things doth deny it, the world being in proportion inferior to the soul.

The progressive development of man is vitally dependent on invention.

That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind. Words said when Armstrong first stepped onto the moon (20 July 1969).

Perfect numbers like perfect men are very rare.

Let men but think over their infinite expenditure of understanding, time, and means on matters and pursuits of far less use and value; whereof, if but a small part were directed to sound and solid studies, there is no difficulty that might not be overcome.

Man, being the servant and interpreter of Nature, can do and understand so much and so much only as he has observed in fact or in thought of the course of nature. Beyond this he neither knows anything nor can do anything.

Therefore, because the acts or events of true history have not that magnitude which satisfieth the mind of man, poesy feigneth acts and events greater and more heroical.