Nothing but love has made the dog lose his wild freedom, to become the servant of man.

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out of his belly, contending with the strange rapacity of savage life, the lower stage of creation, he cannot make the effort any more.

The mind has no existence by itself; it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.

One should be religious in everything, have God, whatever God might be, present in everything.

It is our business to go as we are impelled.

One should stick by one's soul, and by nothing else. In one's soul, one knows the truth from the untruth, and life from death. And if one betrays one's own soul-knowledge one is the worst of traitors.