All language is rhetorical, and even the senses are poets.

I believe in general in a dualism between facts and the ideas of those facts in human heads.

Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence.

One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.

Depression is rage spread thin.

Logic, like language, is partly a free construction and partly a means of symbolizing and harnessing in expression the existing diversities of things; and whilst some languages, given a man's constitution and habits, may seem more beautiful and convenient to him than others, it is a foolish heat in a patriot to insist that only his native language is intelligible or right.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.