Going from--toward; it is the history of every one of us.
I seem to have dodged all my days with one or two persons, and lived upon expectation,--as if the bud would surely blossom; and soI am content to live.
The gods cannot misunderstand, man cannot explain.
Poetry implies the whole truth. Philosophy expresses a particle of it.
It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.
Every man should stand for a force which is perfectly irresistible.