Other world? There is no other world; here or nowhere is the whole fact.
The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite.
Do not speak of God much. After a very little conversation on the highest nature, thought deserts us and we run into formalism.
Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fullness and completion?
The only joy in his being mine, is that the not mine is mine.
Let ideas establish their legitimate sway again in society, let life be fair and poetic, and the scholars will gladly be lovers, citizens, and philanthropists.