We may climb into the thin and cold realm of pure geometry and lifeless science, or sink into that of sensation. Between these extremes is the equator of life, of thought, or spirit, or poetry,--a narrow belt.
You shall not come nearer a man by getting into his house.
Government has been a fossil: it should be a plant.
New York is a sucked orange.
Life is a festival only to the wise.
Every stoic was a stoic; but in Christendom where is the Christian?