You must let go of a thing for a new one to come to you.

The Times are the masquerade of the eternities; trivial to the dull, tokens of noble and majestic agents to the wise; the receptacle in which the Past leaves its history; the quarry out of which the genius of today is building up the Future.

A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.

What omniscience has music! So absolutely impersonal, and yet every sufferer feels his secret sorrow soothed.

Every heroic act measures itself by its contempt of some external good. But it finds its own success at last, and then the prudent also extol.

They have seen but half the universe who never have been shown the house of pain.

Do your thing, and I shall know you.