Men have feverishly conceived a heaven only to find it insipid, and a hell to find it ridiculous.

Civilization is perhaps approaching one of those long winters that overtake it from time to time. Romantic Christendom - picturesque, passionate, unhappy episode - may be coming to an end. Such a catastrophe would be no reason for despair.

Emotion is primarily about nothing and much of it remains about nothing to the end.

By "essence" I understand a universal, of any degree of complexity and definition, which may be given immediately, whether to sense or to thought.... This object of pure sense or pure thought, with no belief superadded, an object inwardly complete and individual, but without external relations or physical status, is what I call an essence.

Music contains a whole gamut of experience, from sensuous elements to ultimate intellectual harmonies.

An ideal cannot wait for its realization to prove its validity.

The little word is has its tragedies: it marries and identifies different things with the greatest innocence; and yet no two are ever identical, and if therein lies the charm of wedding them and calling them one, therein too lies the danger.