To attempt to be religious without practicing a specific religion is as possible as attempting to speak without a specific language.

To keep beauty in its place is to make all things beautiful.

Memory itself is an internal rumour; and when to this hearsay within the mind we add the falsified echoes that reach us from others, we have but a shifting and unseizable basis to build upon. The picture we frame of the past changes continually and grows every day less similar to the original experience which it purports to describe.

The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.

It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.

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

Nothing can be lower or more wholly instrumental than the substance and cause of all things.