Tension without cosmic pulsation to animate it is the transition to nothingness

We have learned that history is something that takes no notice whatever of our expectations.

At last, in the gray dawn of Civilization the fire in the Soul dies down. The dwindling powers rise to one more, half-successful, effort of creation, and produce the Classicism that is common to all dying Cultures. The soul thinks once again, and in Romanticism looks back piteously to its childhood; then finally, weary, reluctant, cold, it loses its desire to be, and, as in Imperial Rome, wishes itself out of the overlong daylight and back in the darkness of protomysticism in the womb of the mother in the grave.

If you are clever enough to figure out what men want, you are either too wise to marry them or too intimidating for them to marry you.

You are caught in the current of unceasing change. Your life is a ripple in it. Every moment of your conscious life links the infinite past with the infinite future. Take part in both and you will not find the present empty.

When the Englishman speaks of national wealth he means the number of millionaires in the country.

Philosophy, the love of Wisdom, is at the very bottom defence against the incomprehensible.