Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding.

When the spirit is not master of the world, then it is its dupe.

Expediency of literature, reason of literature, lawfulness of writing down a thought, is questioned; much is to say on both sides,and, while the fight waxes hot, thou, dearest scholar, stick to thy foolish task, add a line every hour, and between whiles add a line.

All that Adam had, all that Caesar could, you have and can do.... Build, therefore, your own world.

How much more the seeker of abstract truth, who needs periods of isolation, and rapt concentration, and almost a going out of thebody to think!

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

Tis the old secret of the gods that they come in low disguises.