I love him whose soul is lavish, who wanteth no thanks and doth not give back: for he always bestoweth, and desireth not to keep for himself.

The pure soul is a pure lie.

Our shortcomings are the eyes with which we see the ideal.

Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!

The refinement of morality increases together with the refinement of fear. Today the fear of disagreeable feelings in other people is almost the strongest of our own disagreeable feelings.

There are expressions and bulls-eyes of the spirit, there are epigrams, a little handful of words, in which a whole culture, a whole society is suddenly crystallized.

The flame is not as bright to itself as it is to those it illuminates: so too the sage.