We are like travellers using the cinders of a volcano to roast their eggs. Whilst we see that it always stands ready to clothe what we would say, we cannot avoid the question whether the characters are not significant of themselves.

The world makes way for the man who knows where he is going

What you are shouts at me so loudly that I can't hear a word you say.

That which dominates our imagination and our thoughts will determine our life and character.

Sanity is very rare; every man almost and every woman has a dash of madness.

We wake from one dream into another dream.

The intellectual man requires a fine bait; the sots are easily amused. But everybody is drugged with his own frenzy, and the pageant marches at all hours, with music and banner and badge.