The desire to explain what is simple by what is complex, what is easy by what is difficult, is a calamity.

Where a man has a passion for meditating without the capacity of thinking, a particular idea fixes itself fast, and soon creates a mental disease.

Everything is simpler than one can imagine, and yet complicated and inter-twined beyond comprehension.

Reality surpasses imagination; and we see, breathing, brightening, and moving before our eyes sights dearer to our hearts than any we ever beheld in the land of sleep.

Blood is a very special juice.

It is related of an Englishman that he hanged himself to avoid the daily task of dressing and undressing.

The mark of highest originality lies in the ability to develop a familiar idea so fruitfully that it would seem no one else would ever have discovered so much to be hidden in it.