Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.

Life is the childhood of our immortality.

The day is of infinite length for him who knows how to appreciate and use it.

Since I have heard often enough that everyone in the end has his own religion, nothing seemed more natural to me than to fashion my own.

The person of analytic or critical intellect finds something ridiculous in everything. The person of synthetic or constructive intellect, in almost nothing.

The greatest evil that can befall man is that he should come to think ill of himself.

There is no better deliverance from the world than through art, and a man can form no surer bond with it.