A rainbow which lasts for a quarter of an hour is looked at no longer.

Does not man lack the force at the very point where he needs it most? And when he soars upward in joy, or sinks down in suffering, is not checked in both, is he not returned again to the dull, cold sphere of awareness, just when he was longing to lose himself in the fullness of the infinite.

We're really up against it, we poor women: A bachelor's a hard thing to convert

All things are only transitory.

The arts are the salt of the earth; as salt relates to food, the arts relate to technology.

Is it life, I ask, is it even prudence, To bore thyself and bore the students?

Change amuses the mind, but rarely profits.