When one has a great deal to put into it a day has a hundred pockets.

All truths are bloody truths to me.

The patient. The pine tree seems to listen, the fir tree to wait: and both without impatience: - they give no thought to the little people beneath them devoured by their impatience and their curiosity.

The Christian resolution to find the world ugly and bad has made the world ugly and bad.

Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.

He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.

Yet where is your inner value when you no longer know what it is to breathe freely; when you no longer have freedom over your own selves