Our hands we open of our own free will, and the good flies, which we can never recall.

The unnatural, that too is natural.

Humor is one of the elements of genius--admirable as an adjunct; but as soon as it becomes dominant, only a surrogate for genius.

Were the eye not of the sun, How could we behold the light? If God's might and ours were not as one, How could His work enchant our sight?

What is the path? There is no path. On into the unknown.

Power is neither male nor female.

Sowing is not as difficult as reaping.