Doing philosophy is only a threefold or double kind of waking--being awake--consciousness.
Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.
Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.
There is but one temple in the world, and that is the body of man. Nothing is holier than this high form. Bending before men is a reverence done to this revelation in the flesh. We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body.
Man is lyrical, woman epic, marriage dramatic.
The mysterious path goes inward. It is in us, and not anywhere else, where the eternity of the worlds, the past and the future are found.