In Greece wise men speak and fools decide.
Religion is indeed a convention which a man must be bred in to endure with any patience; and yet religion, for all its poetic motley, comes closer than work-a-day opinion to the heart of things.
Man is not made to understand life, but to live it.
Tomes of aesthetic criticism hang on a few moments of real delight and intuition.
Memory itself is an internal rumour.
The love of all-inclusiveness is as dangerous in philosophy as in art.