Line in Nature is not found; Unit and Universe are round.

The finest and noblest ground on which people can live is truth; the real with the real; a ground on which nothing is assumed.

For all men live by truth, and stand in need of expression. In love, in art, in avarice, in politics, in labor, in games, we study to utter our painful secret. The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression.

Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale 'til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free.

My life is for itself and not for a spectacle.

The world is his who can see through its pretension. What deafness, what stone-blind custom, what overgrown error you behold, is there only by sufferance,--by your sufferance. See it to be a lie, and you have already dealt it its mortal blow.

The world is the perennial miracle which the soul worketh.