Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

The reliance on authority measures the decline of religion, the withdrawal of the soul.

What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects.

Eyes...They speak all languages.

Nations have lost their old omnipotence; the patriotic tiedoes not hold. Nations are getting obsolete, we go and live where we will.

Women stand related to beautiful nature around us, and the enamoured youth mixes their form with moon and stars, with woods and waters, and the pomp of summer. They heal us of awkwardness by their words and looks. We observe their intellectual influence on the most serious student. They refine and clear his mind: teach him to put a pleasing method into what is dry and difficult.

Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.