Virtues are, in the popular estimate, rather the exception than the rule. There is the man and his virtues.

Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startles out wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.

If you will not lend me the money, how can I pay you?

Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in.

We are imprisoned in life in the company of persons powerfully unlike us.

We lie in the lap of immense intelligence, which makes us receivers of its truth and organ of its activity. When we discern justice, when we discern truth, we do nothing by ourselves, but allow a passage to its beams. If we ask whence this comes, if we seek to pry into the soul that causes, all philosophy is at fault. Its presence or its absence is all we can affirm.

Love is the essence of God.