What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?

Friendship, love, and piety ought to be handled with a sort of mysterious secrecy; they ought to be spoken of only in the rare moments of perfect confidence, to be mutually understood in silence. Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.

In cheerful souls there is no wit. Wit shows a disturbance of the equipoise.

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

The ideal of morality has no more dangerous rival than the ideal of highest strength, of most powerful life. It is the maximum of the savage.

Character is perfectly educated will.

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.