Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul.

Respect the child. Be not too much his parent. Trespass not on his solitude.

The Times are the masquerade of the eternities; trivial to the dull, tokens of noble and majestic agents to the wise; the receptacle in which the Past leaves its history; the quarry out of which the genius of today is building up the Future.

It is the quality of the moment, not the number of days, or events, or of actors, that imports.

Or whipping its rough surface for a trout.

Mysticism is the mistake of an accidental and individual symbol for an universal one.

We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.