A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.

Yet some natures are too good to be spoiled by praise, and wherever the vein of thought reaches down into the profound, there is no danger from vanity. Solemn friends will warn them of the danger of the head's being turned by the flourish of trumpets, but they can afford to smile.

We dare not trust our wit for making our house pleasant to our friend, so we buy ice cream.

God will not have his work made manifest by cowards

Beside all the small reasons we assign, there is a great reason for the existence of every extant fact; a reason which lies grandand immovable, often unsuspected behind it in silence.

The god or hero of the sculptor is always represented in a transition from that which is representable to the senses, to that which is not.

No power of genius has ever yet had the smallest success in explaining existence. The perfect enigma remains.