Culture is the suggestion, from certain best thoughts, that a man has a range of affinities through which he can modulate the violence of any master-tones that have a droning preponderance in his scale, and succor him against himself. Culture redresses this imbalance, puts him among equals and superiors, revives the delicious sense of sympathy, and warns him of the dangers of solitude and repulsion.

Tis good-will makes intelligence.

A philosopher must be more than a philosopher.

As we are, so we do; and as we do, so is it done to us; we are the builders of our fortunes.

The leaves are falling, falling as from way off, as though far gardens withered in the skies; they are falling with denying gestures. And in the nights the heavy earth is falling from all the stars down into loneliness. We all are falling. This hand falls. And look at others: it is in them all. And yet there is one who holds this falling endlessly gently in his hands.

There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself.

How much of human life is lost in waiting.