The highest problem of any art is to cause by appearance the illusion of a higher reality.

Thus I reel from desire to fulfillment and in fulfillment languish for desire.

I can tell you, honest friend, what to believe: believe life; it teaches better that book or orator.

War is in truth a disease in which the juices that serve health and maintenance are used for the sole purpose of nourishing something foreign, something at odds with nature.

Words are mere sound and smoke, dimming the heavenly light.

By seeking and blundering we learn.

It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed.