It does not prove a thing to be right because the majority say it is so.

The voice of the majority is no proof of justice.

Worthless is the nation that does not gladly stake its all on its honor.

Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.

There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.