Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.

A literary movement: five or six people who live in the same town and hate each other.

People tell me that the countryside must always be stupid and backward, and I get angry, as if it were said that only townspeople had immortal souls, and that it was only in the city that the flame of divinity breathed into the first men had an unobscured glow.

No leader, however great a personality he may be, is as important to a people as their own intellectual development.

Forgive me, Spirit of my spirit, for this, that I have found it easier to read the mystery told in tears and understood Thee better in sorrow than in joy.

There is a law in human nature which draws us to like what we passionately condemn.

You cannot evoke great spirits and eat plums at the same time.