If ever the Divine appeared on earth, it was in the person of Christ.

I never believed in trying to do anything. Whatever I set out to do I found I had already accomplished.

All our knowledge is symbolic.

This being busied with thoughts of immortality is for the noble classes and especially for women with nothing to do. A solid person, though, someone who already intends to be something worthy here, and who therefore has to strive daily, has to struggle and work, gives the world to come a rest.

Austere perseverance, hash and continuous... rarely fails of its purpose, for its silent power grows irresistible greater with time.

Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.

Modern poets add a lot of water to their ink.