In all perception of the truth there is a divine ecstasy, an inexpressible delirium of joy, as when a youth embraces his betrothed virgin.

The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night... All memorable events, I should say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. The Vedas say, “All intelligences awake with the morning.

The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance surpass anything which day has to show.

What a healthy out-of-door appetite it takes to relish the apple of life, the apple of the world, then!

The Iliad represents no creed nor opinion, and we read it with a rare sense of freedom and irresponsibility, as if we trod on native ground, and were autochthones of the soil.

There is no ill which may not be dissipated, like the dark, if you let in a stronger light upon it.

We live thick and are in each other's way, and stumble over one another, and I think we thus lose some respect for one another.