A breath of will blows eternally through the universe of souls in the direction of Right and Necessity. It is the air which all intellects inhale and exhale, and it is the wind which blows the worlds into order and orbit.

'Tis a superstition to insist on a special diet. All is made at last of the same chemical atoms.

The artists must be sacrificed to their art. Like the bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.

Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear.

Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.

Happy is the hearing man; unhappy the speaking man.

Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.