We will burn that bridge when we come to it.

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.

Mathematicians are like Frenchmen: whatever you say to them they translate into their own language and forthwith it is something entirely different.

If I say to the moment: 'Stay now! You are so beautiful'!

As to the value of conversions, God alone can judge. God alone can know how wide are the steps which the soul has to take before it can approach to a community with Him, to the dwelling of the perfect, or to the intercourse and friendship of higher natures.

It is the great triumph of genius to make the common appear novel.

We blame equally him who is too proud to put a proper value on his own merit and him who prizes too highly his spurious worth.