We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second.

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

We manage to swallow flesh only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing that we do. There are many crimes which are the creation of man himself, the wrongfulness of which is put down to their divergence from habit, custom, or tradition. But cruelty is not of these. It is a fundamental sin, and admits of no argument or nice distinctions. If only we do not allow our heart to grow callous, its protest against cruelty is always clearly heard; and yet we go on perpetrating cruelties easily, merrily, all of us - in fact, anyone who does not join in is dubbed a crank.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second.