Darwin remarks that we are less dazzled by the light at waking, if we have been dreaming of visible objects. Happy are those who have here dreamt of a higher vision! They will the sooner be able to endure the glories of the world to come.

Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.

Philosophy is properly home-sickness; the wish to be everywhere at home.

Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.

Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise.

Humanity is the higher meaning of our planet, the nerve that connects this part of it with the upper world, the eye it raises to heaven.

Denotation by means of sounds and markings is a remarkable abstraction. Three letters designate God for me; several lines a million things. How easy becomes the manipulation of the universe here, how evident the concentration of the intellectual world! Language is the dynamics of the spiritual realm. One word of command moves armies; the word liberty entire nations.