Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.
Our bodies are molded rivers.
Only as far as a man is happily married to himself is he fit for married life and family life in general.
Where are we really going? Always home.
A certain degree of solitude seems necessary to the full growth and spread of the highest mind; and therefore must a very extensive intercourse with men stifle many a holy germ, and scare away the gods, who shun the restless tumult of noisy companies and the discussion of petty interests.
Christianity is the root of all democracy, the highest fact in the rights of men.