An expense of ends to means is fate;Morganization tyrannizing over character. The menagerie, or forms and powers of the spine, is a book of fate: the bill of the bird, the skull of the snake, determines tyrannically its limits.

Plato is philosophy, and philosophy, Plato,--at once the glory and the shame of mankind, since neither Saxon nor Roman have availed to add any idea to his categories.

The powers of the Soul are commensurate with its needs.

[A]s if life were a thunder-storm wherein you can see by a flash the horizon, and then cannot see your hand.

Dreams have a poetic integrity and truth. This limbo and dust-hole of thought is presided over by a certain reason, too.

No man has ever had a point of pride that was not injurious to him.

All life is a nap. The more naps you take the better.