Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself.

The love of all-inclusiveness is as dangerous in philosophy as in art.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Beauty is a pledge of the possible conformity between the soul and nature, and consequently a ground of faith in the supremacy of the good.

My soul hates the fool whose only passion is to live by rule.

Catastrophes come when some dominant institution, swollen like a soap-bubble and still standing without foundations, suddenly crumbles at the touch of what may seem a word or idea, but is really some stronger material source.

That fear first created the gods is perhaps as true as anything so brief could be on so great a subject.