To our critical eyes, the threads of which the past is woven are, by nature, endless and indivisible. Scientifically speaking, we cannot grasp the absolute beginning of anything: everything extends backwards to be prolonged by something else.
This above all makes history useful and desirable; it unfolds before our eyes a glorious record of exemplary actions.
Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think hard before starting a war.
How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.
Who can blind lover’s eyes?
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Why should the eyes be denied what delights them most?
To prejudge other men’s notions before we have looked into them is not to show their darkness but to put out our own eyes.
The ears of men are lesser agents of belief than their eyes.
The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-trust. He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him. He will have no disciples.