An absolute condition of all successful living, whether for an individual or a nation, is the acceptance of death.

... the thwarting of the instinct to love is the root of all sorrow and not sex only but divinity itself is insulted when it is repressed.

Few are the giants of the soul who actually feel that the human race is their family circle.

Who dares to be intellectual in the presence of death?

The true fruit of travel is perhaps the feeling of being nearly everywhere at home.

... there are few things that can reconcile us fully to our parting with a world of which the longest life can see so little and whose beauties have so extraordinary a variety.

The symbol is greater than visible substance. . . . Unhappy the land that has no symbols, or that chooses their meaning without great care.