I have no axe to grind; only my thoughts to burnish.

Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.

Familiarity breeds contempt only when it breeds inattention.

I believe in general in a dualism between facts and the ideas of those facts in human heads.

The irrational in the human has something about it altogether repulsive and terrible, as we see in the maniac, the miser, the drunkard or the ape.

Every real object must cease to be what it seemed, and none could ever be what the whole soul desired.

Does the thoughtful man suppose that...the present experiment in civilization is the last world we will see?