Happiness does away with ugliness, and even makes the beauty of beauty.

He who is too much afraid of being duped has lost the power of being magnanimous.

Our greatest illusion is to believe that we are what we think ourselves to be.

Time and space are fragments of the infinite for the use of finite creatures.

Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour springs and germinates no more.

He who floats with the current, who does not guide himself according to higher principles, who has no ideal, no convictions-such a man is . . . a thing moved, instead of a living and moving being-an echo, not a voice. The man who has no inner-life is a slave of his surroundings as the barometer is the obedient servant of the air.

A microscopic phantom of the universe; this is all that we are able to be.