Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet. Then all things are at risk. It is as when a conflagration has broken out in a great city, and no man knows what is safe, or where it will end.

The beautiful rests on the foundations of the necessary.

The reality is more excellent than the report.

Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?

Let us even bid our dearest friends farewell, and defy them, saying, "Who are you? Unhand me: I will be dependent no more." Ah! seest thou not, O brother, that thus we part only to meet again on a higher platform, and only be more each other's, because we are more our own?

Every man has a vocation. The talent is the call.