When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years. And for this reason, some old things are lovely warm still with the life of forgotten men who made them.

The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.

[Man's] life consists in a relation with all things: stone, earth, trees, flowers, water, insects, fishes, birds, creatures, sun,rainbow, children, women, other men. But his greatest and final relation is with the sun.