Nothing is inherently and invincibly young except spirit. And spirit can enter a human being perhaps better in the quiet of old age and dwell there more undisturbed than in the turmoil of adventure.

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

What is false in the science of facts may be true in the science of values.

Since barbarism has its pleasures it naturally has its apologists.

Nature drives with a loose rein and vitality of any sort can blunder through many a predicament in which reason would despair.

If clearness about things produces a fundamental despair, a fundamental despair in turn produces a remarkable clearness or even playfulness about ordinary matters.

A soul is but the last bubble of a long fermentation in the world.