The vital straining towards an ideal, definite but latent, when it dominates a whole life, may express that ideal more fully than could the best chosen words.

A dream is always simmering below the conventional surface of speech and reflection.

The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the older man who will not laugh is a fool.

When men and women agree, it is only in their conclusions; their reasons are always different.

The degree in which a poet's imagination dominates reality is, in the end, the exact measure of his importance and dignity.

Nothing so much enhances a good as to make sacrifices for it.

Nietzsche said that the earth has been a madhouse long enough. Without contradicting him we might perhaps soften the expression, and say that philosophy has been long enough an asylum for enthusiasts.