Once more I am a wanderer, a pilgrim, through the world. But what else are you?
Age merely shows what children we remain.
The greatest happiness for the thinking person is to have explored the explorable and to venerate in equanimity that which cannotbe explored.
To act is easy; to think is hard.
Unrest and uncertainty are our lot.
Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.