Emerson is a person who lives instinctively on ambrosia - and leaves everything indigestible on his plate.

Give me today, for once, the worst throw of your dice, destiny. Today I transmute everything into gold.

Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.

A man who wills commands something within himself that renders obedience, or that he believes renders obedience.

They climb the mountain like beasts, stupid and sweating; it seems that no one bothered to tell them that there are beautiful vistas along the way.

I and me are always too deeply in conversation.

Modern science has as its object as little pain as possible, as long a life as possible - hence a sort of eternal blessedness, but of a very limited kind in comparison with the promises of religion.