It is terrible to die of thirst in the ocean. Do you have to salt your truth so heavily that it does not even-quench thirst any more?
He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.
The deeper minds of all ages have had pity for animals.
There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.
Few are made for independence, it is the privilege of the strong.
THE SLOW ARROW OF BEAUTY. The noblest kind of beauty is that which does not transport us suddenly, which does not make stormy and intoxicating impressions such a kind easily arouses disgust but that which slowly filters into our minds.