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.

Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.

I often feel, and ever more deeply I realize, that fate and character are the same conception.

You are alone with everything you love.

All power appears only in transition. Permanent power is stuff.

The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap.

We never completely comprehend ourselves, but we can do far more than comprehend.