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

Prayer is to religion what thinking is to philosophy. To pray is to make religion.

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.

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

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.

Nature is a petrified magic city.

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