I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and can't get free. Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful.

Oh how sweet it is to hear one's own convictions from another's lips.

That we understand something perfectly, that we accomplish something better than anyone else around us, that is what matters.

Everything which is properly business we must keep carefully separate from life. Business requires earnestness and method; life must have a freed handling.

What people call the spirit of the times is mostly their own spirit in which the times mirror themselves.

Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.

If one doesn't know one's own country, one doesn't have standards for foreign countries.