There are no boring subjects, only disinterested minds.

Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it.

Our digestions, going sacredly and silently right, that is the foundation of all poetry.

Indeed the Book of Job avowedly only answers mystery with mystery. Job is comforted with riddles; but he is comforted. Herein is indeed a type, in the sense of a prophecy, of things speaking with authority. For when he who doubts can only say, ‘I do not understand,’ it is true that he who knows can only reply or repeat ‘You do not understand.’ And under that rebuke there is always a sudden hope in the heart; and the sense of something that would be worth understanding.

All but the hard hearted man must be torn with pity for this pathetic dilemma of the rich man, who has to keep the poor man just stout enough to do the work and just thin enough to have to do it.

My brain and this world don't fit each other; and there's an end of it.

Materialists and madmen never have doubts.