Society is like the air, necessary to breathe but insufficient to live on.

What religion a man shall have is a historical accident, quite as much as what language he shall speak.

In endowing us with memory, nature has revealed to us a truth utterly unimaginable to the unreflective creation, the truth of immortality....The most ideal human passion is love, which is also the most absolute and animal and one of the most ephemeral.

Bid, then, the tender light of faith to shine By which alone the mortal heart is led Unto the thinking of the thought divine.

The fact of having been born is a bad augury for immortality.

To be bewitched is not to be saved, though all the magicians and aesthetes in the world should pronounce it to be so.

To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.