How much of human life is lost in waiting.

The world is nothing, the man is all; in yourself is the law of all nature, and you know not yet how a globule of sap ascends; in yourself slumbers the whole of Reason; it is for you to know all, it is for you to dare all.

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.

The Sun is the sole inconsumable fireAnd God is the sole inexhaustible Giver.

The shows of the day, the dewy morning, the rainbow, mountains, orchards in blossom, stars, moonlight, shadows in still water, andthe like, if too eagerly hunted, become shows merely, and mock us with their unreality.

Our books approach very slowly the things we most wish to know.

Let us take our bloated nothingness out of the path of the divine circuits.