It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.
A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.
An administration, like a machine, does not create. It carries on.
How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become - to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.