The truth properly means the sum of all true propositions, what omniscience would assert, the whole ideal system of qualities andrelations which the world has exemplified or will exemplify. The truth is all things seen under the form of eternity.

It is a new road to happiness, if you have strength enough to castigate a little the various impulses that sway you in turn.

Memory... is an internal rumor.

Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited.

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.

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

Nothing is really so poor and melancholy as art that is interested in itself and not in its subject.