Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?

The universe is the externisation of the soul. Wherever the life is, that bursts into appearance around it. Our science is sensual, and therefore superficial. The earth, and the heavenly bodies, physics, and chemistry, we sensually treat, as if they were self-existent; but these are the retinue of that Being we have.

Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far.

The Italians are fond of red clothes, peacock plumes, and embroidery; and I remember one rainy morning in the city of Palermo, the street was ablaze with scarlet umbrellas.

One more fagot of these adamantine bandages is the new science of Statistics.

Reality is a sliding door.

Conversation is our account of ourselves...Conversation is the vent of character as well as thoughts...It is the laboratory of the student.