Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine

Every time you wink the stars move.

Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of our science, and such is the mechanical determination of our age, and so recent are our best contrivances, that use has not dulled our joy and pride in them. These arts open great gates of a future, promising to make the world plastic and to lift human life out of its beggary to a godlike ease and power.

Whoever fights, whoever falls, Justice conquers evermore

To me, however, the question of the times resolved itself into a practical question of the conduct of life. How shall I live? We are incompetent to solve the times. Our geometry cannot span the huge orbits of the prevailing ideas, behold their return, and reconcile their opposition. We can only obey our own polarity.

A sleeping child gives me the impression of a traveler in a very far country.

A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.