We acquire the strength we have overcome.

Nature tells every secret once.

Moral qualities rule the world, but at short distances the senses are despotic.

The unique impression of Jesus upon mankind - whose name is not so much written as ploughed into the history of the world - is proof of the subtle virtue of this infusion. Jesus belonged to the race of prophets. He saw with open eyes the mystery of the soul. One man was true to what is in you and me. He, as I think, is the only soul in history who has appreciated the worth of man.

We imperatively require a perception of and a homage to beauty in our companions. Other virtues are in request in the field and workyard, but a certain degree of taste is not to be spared in those we sit with.

No facts are to me sacred; none are profane; I simply experiment, an endless seeker, with no past at my back.

I cannot find language of sufficient energy to convey my sense of the sacredness of private integrity.