O poor mortals, how ye make this earth bitter for each other.
A thought once awakened does not again slumber.
There are depths in man that go to the lowest hell, and heights that reach the highest heaven, for are not both heaven and hell made out of him, everlasting miracle and mystery that he is.
A man--be the heavens ever praised!--is sufficient for himself.
A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.
I had a lifelong quarrel with God, but in the end we made up.