The object of convalescence ought to be to turn our attention to life: at other times, simply to our tasks!

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding

It is not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, that the lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters.

It is not the strengths, but the durations of great sentiments that make great men.

Those who know that they are profound strive for clarity. Those who would like to seem profound to the crowd strive for obscurity. For the crowd believes that if it cannot see to the bottom of something it must be profound. It is so timid and dislikes going into the water.

It is our taste that decides against Christianity now, no longer our reasons.

You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles whe na carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself. Ina man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.