Never utter the truism but live it among men.
For every seeing soul, there are two absorbing facts - I, and the abyss.
In the great books of India, an empire spoke to us, nothing small or unworthy, but large, serene, consistent, the voice of an old intelligence, which in another age and climate had pondered and thus disposed of the questions that exercise us.
Beauty rests on necessities.
The only joy in his being mine, is that the not mine is mine.
Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing.