Like Leibniz's possible worlds, most men are only equally entitled pretenders to existence. There are few existences.

Novels tend to end as the Paternoster begins: with the kingdom of God on earth.

Strictly speaking, the idea of a scientific poem is probably as nonsensical as that of a poetic science.

Religion can emerge in all forms of feeling: here wild anger, there the sweetest pain; here consuming hatred, there the childlike smile of serene humility.

When ideas become gods, consciousness of harmony becomes devotion, humility, and hope.

Many a witty inspiration is like the surprising reunion of befriended thoughts after a long separation.

Every complete man has his genius. True virtue is genius.