Surprise is the secret of joy.

We call a man a bigot or a slave of dogma because he is a thinker who has thought thoroughly and to a definite end.

We all live in the past, because there is nothing else to live in. To live in the present is like proposing to sit on a pin. It is too minute, it is too slight a support, it is too uncomfortable a posture, and it is of necessity followed immediately by totally different experiences, analogous to those of jumping up with a yell.

One can hardly think too little of one's self. One can hardly think too much of one's soul.

Too much capitalism does not mean too many capitalists, but too few capitalists.

Even the moon is only poetical because there is a man in the moon.

The aim of good prose words is to mean what they say. The aim of good poetical words is to mean what they do not say.