Language is like money, without which specific relative values may well exist and be felt, but cannot be reduced to a common denominator.

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

Every real object must cease to be what it seemed, and none could ever be what the whole soul desired.

There are books in which the footnotes, or the comments scrawled by some reader's hand in the margin, are more interesting than the text. The world is one of those books.

The word experience is like a shrapnel shell, and bursts into a thousand meanings.

It is rash to intrude upon the piety of others: both the depth and the grace of it elude the stranger.

In each person I catch the fleeting suggestion of something beautiful and swear eternal friendship with that.