It is not part of a true culture to tame tigers, any more than it is to make sheep ferocious.

I love nature, I love the landscape, because it is so sincere. It never cheats me. It never jests. It is cheerfully, musically earnest. I lie and relie on the earth.

The world, which the Greeks called Beauty, has been made such by being gradually divested of every ornament which was not fitted to endure.

Many old people receive pensions for no other reason, it seems to me, but as a compensation for having lived a long time ago.

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

Did ever a man try heroism, magnanimity, truth, sincerity, and find that there was no advantage in them - that it was a vain endeavor?

Our last deed, like the young of the land crab, wends its way to the sea of cause and effect as soon as born, and makes a drop there to eternity.