Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.
Life is the path you beat while you walk it.
The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.
The absence of vices adds so little to the sum of one's virtues.
Avoid pulpits, platforms, stages and pedestals. Keep to the hard ground. It is the only way you can judge your approximate status as a man.