Immitation is suicide.

General ideas are essences. They are our gods: they round and ennoble the most partial and sordid way of living.

The riddle of the age has for each a private solution.

Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.

Everything teaches transition, transference, metamorphosis: therein is human power, in transference, not in creation; & therein is human destiny, not in longevity but in removal. We dive & reappear in new places.

I grieve that grief can teach me nothing, nor carry me one step into real nature.

The gates of thought, - how slow and late they discover themselves! Yet when they appear, we see that they were always there, always open.