The lover knows much more about absolute good and universal beauty than any logician or theologian, unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.

Better not be a hero than work oneself up into heroism by shouting lies.

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 fanatical imagination cannot regard God as just unless he is represented as infinitely cruel.

In each person I catch the fleeting suggestion of something beautiful and swear eternal friendship with that.

The wisest mind has something yet to learn.

It is a great bond to dislike the same things.