It is ever true that he who does nothing for others, does nothing for himself." ~ Goethe

Time flies, and what is past is done.

I examine my own being, and find there a world, but a world rather of imagination and dim desires, than of distinctness and living power. Then everything swims before my senses, and I smile and dream while pursuing my way through the world.

I've often heard it said a preacher might learn with a comedian for a teacher.

Very few people love others for what they are; rather, they love what they lend them, their own selves, their own idea of them.

What we agree with leaves us inactive, but contradiction makes us productive.

The passions are like those demons with which Afrasahiab sailed down the Orus. Our only safety consists in keeping them asleep. If they we are lost.