But the nature of the universe is such that ends can never justify means. On the contrary, the means always determine the end.

A bad book is as much of a labor to write as a good one, it comes as sincerely from the author's soul.

Man is an intelligence in servitude to his organs.

Thought is barred in this City of Dreadful Joy and conversation is unknown.

A love of nature keeps no factories busy.

Pure Spirit, one hundred degrees proof - that's a drink that only the most hardened contemplation-guzzlers indulge in. Bodhisattvas dilute their Nirvana with equal parts of love and work.

There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.