The shadows of things are greater than themselves; and the more exaggerated the shadow, the more unlike the substance.

You know nothing till you know all; which is the reason we never know any thing.

Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!

Until we understand that our grief outweighs a thousand joys, we will never understand what Christianity is all about.

An intense copper calm, like a universal yellow lotus, was more and more unfolding its noiseless measureless leaves upon the sea.

The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.

No philosophers so thoroughly comprehend us as dogs and horses.