Perhaps the universe is nothing but an equilibrium of idiocies.

...science is nothing but developed perception, interpreted intent, common-sense rounded out and minutely articulated. It is therefore as much an instinctive product, as much a stepping forth of human courage in the dark, as is any inevitable dream or impulsive action.

The only kind of reform usually possible is reform from within; a more intimate study and more intelligent use of the traditional forms.

The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.

Well-bred instinct meets reason halfway

The little word is has its tragedies: it marries and identifies different things with the greatest innocence; and yet no two are ever identical, and if therein lies the charm of wedding them and calling them one, therein too lies the danger.

It is rash to intrude upon the piety of others: both the depth and the grace of it elude the stranger.