The human mind, I believe, cares for the True only in the general character of an epoch.

Invisible is real. Souls have their own world.

But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.

The first among mankind will always be those who make something imperishable out of a sheet of paper, a canvas, a piece of marble, or a few sounds

Just as we descend into our consciences to judge of actions which our minds can not weigh, can we not also search in ourselves for the feeling which gives birth to forms of thought, always vague and cloudy?

The acts of the human race on the world's stage have doubtless a coherent unity, but the meaning of the vast tragedy enacted will be visible only to the eye of God, until the end, which will reveal it perhaps to the last man.

The true God, the mighty God, is the God of ideas.