If artists and poets are unhappy, it is after all because happiness does not interest them.

The idea of Christ is much older than Christianity.

The muffled syllables that Nature speaks Fill us with deeper longing for her word; She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks, She makes a sweeter music than is heard.

What religion a man shall have is a historical accident, quite as much as what language he shall speak.

There is no greater stupidity or meanness than to take uniformity for an ideal.

Culture is on the horns of this dilemma: if profound and noble it must remain rare, if common it must become mean.

... so in love the heart surrenders itself entirely to the one being that has known how to touch it. That being is not selected; it is recognised and obeyed.