We are immersed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.
I hate this shallow Americanism which hopes to get rich by credit, to get knowledge by raps on midnight tables, to learn the economy of the mind by phrenology, or skill without study, or mastery without apprenticeship.
It is not length of life, but depth of life.
No book was ever written down by any but itself.
Nothing can be preserved that is not good.
In conversation the game is, to say something new with old words. And you shall observe a man of the people picking his way along, step by step, using every time an old boulder, yet never setting his foot on an old place.