Our dignity is not in what we do, but what we understand.

Spirituality lies in regarding existence merely as a vehicle for contemplation, and contemplation merely a vehicle for joy.

If you prefer illusions to realities, it is only because all decent realities have eluded you and left you in the lurch; or else your contempt for the world is mere hypocrisy and funk.

Old age is as forgetful as youth, and more incorrigible; it displays the same inattentiveness to conditions; its memory becomes self-repeating and degenerates into an instinctive reaction, like a bird's chirp.

Facts are all accidents. They all might have been different. They all may become different. They all may collapse altogether.

That fear first created the gods is perhaps as true as anything so brief could be on so great a subject.

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