The earth has music for those who listen.

The Fates, like an absent-minded printer, seldom allow a single line to stand perfect and unmarred.

Reason in my philosophy is only a harmony among irrational impulses.

To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.

Not to believe in love is a great sign of dullness. There are some people so indirect and lumbering that they think all real affection rests on circumstantial evidence.

Faith in the supernatural is a desperate wager made by man at the lowest ebb of his fortunes.

Intolerance is a form of egotism, and to condemn egotism intolerantly is to share it.