The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.

No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.

Speech is too often not the art of concealing thought, but of quite stifling and suspending thought, so that there is none to conceal.

I want to meet my God awake.

A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.

The end of man is action.

The insignificant, the empty, is usually the loud; and after the manner of a drum, is louder even because of its emptiness.