To the man of thought almost nothing is really ridiculous.
Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us, and the we'll need no other light.
The person of analytic or critical intellect finds something ridiculous in everything. The person of synthetic or constructive intellect, in almost nothing.
The older we grow, the greater become the ordeals.
The Evil One has left, the evil ones remain.
A talent is formed in stillness, a character in the world's torrent.