I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.
The have a good friend is one of the greatest delights of life.
If you take in a lie, you must take in all that belongs to it.
All ages of belief have been great; all of unbelief have been mean.
The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable demand of harmony in man.
But a compassion for that which is not and cannot be useful and lovely, is degrading and futile.